#depressinglyeuphoric

I've always liked quiet people: You never know if they're dancing in a daydream Or if they're carrying the weight of the world.

How selfish it is To crave Someone Like they were Yours To miss at all.

We search For the feelings That will Destroy us In the end.

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were a year, a month, or even 15 minutes ago. You have the right to grow. No apologies.

Your skin Smells Like light. I think you are The Moon.

I stole the stars from the sky because I loved darkness without even a sliver of light.

How selfish are we, to become so accustomed to this world's beauty, that those who marvel at the sky are considered unusual

Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.