I'm not Stubborn; I'm right!

She needed a hero, and that’s what she became.

If you are a tornado, I am a tsunami. We both destroy. Maybe that’s why we are so close to each other.

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.

I cannot be an optimist but I am a prisoner of hope.

Never let them see you’re hurt. Never let them see you cry. Never.

In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.

You are not weak. You are full of spines and wars, scars and fire. You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up. There is all of this quiet, drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing. You are still here. You are still here.

You are not weak. You are full of spines and wars, scars and fire. You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up. There is all of this quiet, drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing. You are still here. You are still here.

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It’s 3am and the birds are singing. So I ask myself, have I fallen down the rabbit hole again?

I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.