And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
—Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year.
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
—Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do
every fangirl and their friend who isn’t one