Prehistoric Daisies
Meg, 21, Toronto
"
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
"(via asvpklla)
This is one of the most freeing statements I have seen in a while
(via livingoutmydash)(via everyonedies)
