I was so undeserving.
And yet, you were so relentless.
I pushed - you pulled.
I wept - you embraced.
I bled - you repaired.
I faltered - you shushed.
I stopped - you smiled.
I was a disaster - the worst of its kind.
And yet, you still had the audacity
to let me know that I was beautiful.
— H, via pinterest

" and then there was "
ACT ONE
" pre-iron man i — iron man i "

they say some stories are one of a kind. that no person or experience is the same. that people are shaped by individual design.

she would say that it's true, that people grow differently per environment.
that people like him are raised in chaotic, loveless circles. and that life likes to throw all kinds of pain at them.

there are people like herself, with parents that bullied and refused to understand her. and here she is now, no contact with the people that "raised" her, and in a place and position that she never imagined.

but she would also say that unique stories create good people. that the toughest of circumstances can lead to the greatest of personalities and advantages.

take her girls for example — genius, beautiful, and loved. both growing in a world where people hate their father. where their mothers abandoned them but they still go strong. their stories are the kind that people look for.
their stories will be one of a kind...

— katie