clawiflower

December. A desperate celebration of an end.

crossing the street on a red light with you~

how longer must we exist before we start living?

there are places you haven't been where you already belong~

in a constant conflict between fantasy and reality

If it's out of your hands, it deserves freedom from your mind aswell ~

"you gotta stop getting mad at people who don't support you, half of them can't even support themselves"

The problem with human kind is that they just want to hear is what they already believe.

~we are made of the same stardust~

People want to hear songs with the words they are afraid to say,

I'll keep pretending to swim, when really all I'm doing is floating. Barely keeping my head above water.