lilac girl

Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.

Her coffee is becoming like her heart. She used to have her coffee with a lot of milk and sugar but now it’s pure black and bitter.

Maybe while I’m trying to be the hero of my own story, I am being the villain of another.

The holidays can make many people feel isolated and very alone. Know that you are loved and supported even if it doesn’t feel that way.

I loved him with every little piece left of my broken heart.

I’m not the kind of person who people fall in love with.

When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.

Losing a relationship hurts. But losing yourself in a relationship hurts longer.

And if you ever think that I’m full of myself Just remember that You were never there to fill the empty spaces So don’t you dare call me selfish When I’m finally filling up the broken spaces with self love And learning self worth.