I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning.
I want someone to tell me what to eat, what to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to. What band to like, what to buy tickets for, what to joke about, what to not joke about.
I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, and who to love, and how to tell them.
I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I’ve getting it wrong.
til the end.
“my child is fine” your child is still running their tumblr blog from middle school







