Beautiful Disaster

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

I start to panic inside This won’t work out Because nothing does Nobody is happy forever right? So I start to think Of everything that could go wrong I start expecting it to fall apart It has to at some point right? So I start ruining it myself I tell myself to expect it Never get too attached Because your own shadow even leaves you right?

I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything, but at the same time, everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.

If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by  And never knew.

Insecurity is a side effect of loving too much but receiving too little in return.

I picture us together, holding hands, teasing each other, deep talks, chatting while we walk, watching films and you laughing at me crying at the sad parts.. I imagine it all, but in reality I can barely function around you.

You did that goofy smile and holy crap I’m falling for you all over again.

your hair would look so much nicer with my hands through it.

Here’s to that person you meet in the middle of life, unexpectedly. You have small talks, nothing special. And, one day you realise you’ve been talking to them for almost a year. And that they made such a difference in your life: the way you talk begin to mirror theirs, their interests begin to become yours and you look forward to getting even the smallest glimpse of them.

“Its weird,” I laugh a little because its funny. “A few months back I wouldnt even cast him a second glance.” “A few months back, I could go up to him with ease and not even bat an eyelash, i would see him every day and not care about my looks, or i could speak to him without stuttering… …a few months back, he was never apart of my thoughts. But now? I cant get him out of my fucking mind.”