23. northern california. knitting. reading. hip hop head + scholar. lover of animals, cereal and chain smoking. i don't party since 11-4-10. i live for mi familia and star wars. proud daughter of a mexican immigrant and the mother who loves him. oh, and my name is sarah-paloma. you can call me sarah or lita. may peace be with you.
That just wants to know that you will love me “If,” “even though,” “in spite of the act that,” and then I just want to tell you all that’s troubled me. And have you understand that I’m healing, yet there’s still that part of me that’s damaged. I also want it to scare you away because you’re so fucking normal. You deserve a woman who doesn’t have ribbons of past anger lining her arms. Or old rehab admissions photos that she looks at to remember where she came from. My past is important to me. It is because if it weren’t for it, who would I be now? You don’t have a past. Only a future. And I don’t know if I can hang.