I could be an accident but I'm still trying.

picky as fuck and I pick you

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

I’m extremely grateful that some things didn’t work out the way I once wanted them to

In a society of attention, stay hidden.

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

i want to be soft again but i have so much anger in me