"Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
what if you woke up with amnesia and all you could remember was your tumblr password and you had to discover who you were based off your posts
"Hard to Love" by The Drums