I'll tell everybody I'm fine , cos wtf you gonna do if I'm not
My crazy thoughts are driving me crazy like six feet under and I can't take it anymore
Christmas is coming, should I hang decorations or myself 🙂
Hating me won't make you pretty...
Her love is not the loud hammer that shatters rocks, but the gentle drop of water that melts the stone.
I remember mostly how she makes me feel.
Her love is not fiery passion of bush in flames, but a calm fire kindle from beneath and brought out in soft whispers.