Long Live The Queen

All your seriousness is about sandcastles. And you yourself will leave them one day, trampling them down, and you will not look back. The people who take it seriously miss the beauty of playfulness.

And your heart is broken cause I walked away Show me your scars and I won’t walk away And I know I promised that I couldn’t stay, baby Every promise don’t work out that way

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

I’ve fallen, cried, been angry and afraid. But even when I was hurting I always found a way to keep going.

I have so much of you in my heart.

I want so much that is not here and I do not know where to go.

The brain is a monstrous, beautiful mess.

Sometimes, I’m the mess. Sometimes, I’m the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.

I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.

me: I should talk to people about how I feel.

I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.