
I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp. I live life like the captain of a sinking ship. All I want is a little more security, a little more safety, & a lot less uncertainty. I've returned my bleeding hearts club membership card a while ago, I want no motherfucking part of it. We all got scars, & broken parts, but most of the marks stay close to my heart.
Every day that gets to pass is a success. I've recently put my shoes on & stepped into the warm weather. I finally got myself a more better forever. He sees me at my lowest moments, he gave me sight when I had broken focus, with a smile that opens up like a rose does; even when it all felt so fucking hopeless.
This is the complicated maze of Ms. Scribble Head Talia who has infinite happiness in her mess.
Family, Duncan, & Sean Daley <3