Nikoo Saraue

This is for the girl staring back at me in the mirror. Except it’s not really me. Not anymore.

I believe that the hands of a person tell you about the life they lived, and in my mother’s case, that holds true.

those shiny pennies that were promised are no longer shiny and new 

Isn’t it funny how you can go from loving somebody unconditionally to hating them in a split second