Picking up my shattered pieces, Broken piece by broken piece; But sometimes they cut me And cause my wounds to bleed Over and over again.
What is a shadow, but darkness that occurs when something gets in the way of light.
How do you even begin the process of moving on when every song you used to love listening to reminds you of that one person you need to move forward from?
I crave for a life devoid of care about what I will be sorry to leave behind.
Found this post by Thought Catalog on IG days ago, and I had debated on my mind whether or not it will find a screenshot of itself here as a way to label what I think I am going through at the moment. In the end, I'd decided it will so here it is...
A new kind of fire will emerge in the horizon; One with tender, more colorful sparks.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how tired I am, both physically and emotionally. I just finished doing a week's worth of laundry; believe it or not, I both hand washed and washing machined them. I am backwards with laundry like that. But my physical tiredness is not match to how emotionally… Continue reading #WeekendCoffeeShare: Tired
I have reached the breaking point So this is where I'll stop Three long years of my life have been wasted On tears and pain disguised as anger. Now more than ever, I can look you in the eye And say, I've had enough! I believe I have the rights to be happy Even if… Continue reading Breaking Point
You may have become impalpable for me, but it is what keeps me going.
For all the people out there, looking for love in all the wrong places... Photo grabbed somewhere in Google.