"I forgive myself for how I marinated in hate for these women, how it made us the same. How I..."

“I forgive myself for how I marinated in hate for these women, how it made us the same. How I breastfed this anger like my only child. How I expected it to nurse me back. How I considered the gun before the white flag. How an olive branch almost became a bat. I am melting my brass knuckles down to tiny trumpets. I am singing this forgiveness song over and over, until I believe it.”

- MEGAN FALLEY, “Shoot Her" (via headupandholy)