They say home is where your heart is
And my heart is in my chest
There is no need for searching north to south, east to west

And if I don't like how my home feels
I'll do some renovations
I just must be sure to focus on the foundation rather than the decorations

this ticker whimpers a bit at times
but never fails to rattle when I tap my chest


(whatever governs the heavens, bless)

text to my best friend:
i don't know what to make of it or myself at the moment honestly.

would you ever expect a girl who loves so hard
to hate herself?
or would it be very obvious?

deep breath*
okay
if they got their love story
I can have one too

breathe, baby
breathe