❛ I've been wanting to meet Peter Pan for years.
last week my parents finally took us all to Disneyland.
I saw Peter and immediately ran up to him and waved saying he was my hero.
he grabbed my arms and saw my self harm scars and frowned.
he quickly said,
"no, no. you have battle scars! you must have fought a lot of stinky pirates! you, princess, are MY hero."
and bowed, and kissing my hand before hugging me tightly and whispering,
"you're beautiful; please stop." in my ear.
I cried the rest of the day. ❜
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Motivation.
Poetryhey, stop scrolling. everyone who is reading this: I'm so glad you're alive, I'm so fucking proud of you. you are loved. don't give up, we're almost there. you are going to make it. ♛
