If only two wrongs make a right

You can pick up the broken pieces and fix them all back together.

But there will still be cracks.

X

Escape

I need an escape. From my own mind. I wish to stop thinking. If only there was a way to control your memories, only remembering the good ones. I know shit happens for a reason and it helps you grow as a person but honestly I would in a much happier state if some things never happened.

Life's been a real mess lately. Been all over the place and sometimes I dont know what I'm doing anymore.

On a brighter note, I still am blessed and thankful for those who stuck by me, those who matter. It's nice to know there are people out there who'll always have your back no matter what.

3.23am and I still can't sleep.

Shall catch up on some PLL

Me and jessie made a wish on a balloon yesterday, my wish was really dumb.

GUTEN NACHT

Some pictures to fill this space with a little colour

somewhere in between happy.......and a wreck

X

Sometimes in life, you have to see the ones you love get hurt. It sucks to feel so helpless and useless in such situations. All you can do is be there for them whenever they need to, and let them be if that's what they want. You cannot be selfish, you have to set your own feelings aside. I want so much for you to be happy. I just wanna hug you and tell you everything is gonna be okay. I'm sorry B, I am not of much help but I'll always be here for you when you need me. You can count on that. I love you, and I always will.

xx

“your first mistake was loving someone who doesn’t know what love really is. it was giving them the power to ruin you, giving them enough strength to crush your soul with two fingers, and even worse, a few words. your second mistake was telling them how much you need them, how your soul longed for something like this, how you can’t imagine long nights without them. your third mistake was falling too fast for the idea of who they were, the soft hints of hate you missed in their words, the points of concern you should’ve noticed. your fourth mistake was loving them more. loving each little bruise and bone, being convinced each scar had a story, even when it didn’t. connecting the freckles on their back into constellations and secretly wishing this would last forever, baby no, you can’t wish on stars that aren’t bright. and they, they were always dark and dull. they looked at you with bored eyes, you were convinced they were only ever tired. they held you with careless, clumsy, arms. arms that never shook from holding on too tight, you kissed with motionless lips, slept with a body and no soul. but, it’s not your fault. it’s easy to fall for an idea, especially when it’s got big brown eyes and a heartbeat that sounds like your favorite song.”

—  i.c. // four