~ Whispers of the soul ~

[ID: Screenshot of the following text: “Words are bridges. And they are traps, jails, wells.”]

[ID: Photo of a few houses and a street in what looks like a small town. A white piece of paper covers some of the right part of the photo. There’s text written on it that reads: “I will not try to bloom where I am planted - I will dig myself out of the dirt and run.”]

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by how deeply hurt and evil this world can be and other times I'm stunned to silence by its beauty so I suppose the only thing that's certain is that its here, and I'm in it, and I'll do with that what I can

Dont worry fellas I'm alive. I am just busy being

Being a bitch?

Being a bitch

the moon controlling the tides sounds like something out of a fantasy novel and yet…there she is…doing That…every day…