midnight fiction

and for all the girls who think they're pretty, but not that pretty, not stop-walking-on-the-street pretty or turn-back-around-to-get-another-glance pretty: you measure up to your own beauty standards but think everyone else's is much higher. but isn't all that matters the fact that you make yourself happy anyway?

becoming a better person doesn't mean you were a bad one in the first place.

love is so so beautiful and i hope i never forget that.

i love that feeling when everything seems to be spiraling until you step outside and feel the sun warming your skin and remember that moments like this are what make everything worth it.

isn't it so funny how love finds you when you're not looking for it? and it's when it finds you in moments like those that it brings you the most happiness?

today i learned right person, wrong time is a very real concept. a very real, very shitty, very heartbreaking concept.

being a diva is not free. it comes at the cost of your childhood.

took a mini hiatus but we're back and we're better trust