"I tried to forget. But you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones. All day I pluck their petals, but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me, or not."
Kate. Denver. 17. Ask me anything you'd like, I'm an open book. Life's a journey to be experienced. Not planned out. So quit fretting. It's beautiful outside. Embrace chaos. Trust your struggle. Cause questions are the only thing we have left. :)