DaisyWinthrop

She was just a girl With big dreams To change the world One person at a time.

She felt alive, empty, and broken.

She thought about lending a hand, but then she figured she wasn't good enough to amount to anything

Sometimes being equal doesn't mean being the same.

Being great is nothing but an illusion.

Of all the things she could be, she chose the thing that made her human.

I don't like cliché stories. I am, however, absolutely fine with characters who do cliché things.

In her vision, she saw red and a line of abandonment stacked to the top of the sky.

I follow people too big to follow back.

I used to think there was no risk in falling for someone you can't have.

She flourished on the things she could never be.

He gave her a loving gaze, and she shoved it in a drawer of things she could never be.

Every night, I shut myself up in a room without stars.

Isn't it ironic that logic doesn't make sense sometimes?

I want to go back to the way it was when it was just you and me before we let the whole world in because we thought we knew better. We didn’t know. We didn’t know.

How he made talking look so easy was beyond her.

Her world spun round and round until she became undone. His world spun round and round until he collapsed into hers.