you are so pure, and it has nothing to do with your eyes or your smile, everything to do with your heart, all torn and weathered on your shirt for the entire world to see, so they can tear it up some more. you are so golden, and i fear that you don’t know how good you are — oh my, you are so good — because you cry when you get home most days, and you can’t lift your body from the ground. is your body heavy from the people who have walked all over it? why did no one help you? you are so kind, so kind, so kind to everyone that you forget to be kind to yourself. — you are so pure and yet so broken // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)