if u touch my thigh under a table in public u can bet ur sweet bippy that ur gonna be gettin some later.
I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I’m not Michonne, I’m not Carol, I’m not Maggie. I survived, and you don’t get it, because I’m not like you or them. But I made it!
never, ever, tell me that “it doesn’t matter.”
because if it was enough to make you cry
if it hurt you that much
then it does matter
never think that you are insignifcant
or that your problems aren’t important
because you matter