I don’t know why she loves going into carrier bags if she knows we’ll do this
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I don’t know why she loves going into carrier bags if she knows we’ll do this
Chasing contentment Shooting stars
What is love
Love is sleeping uncomfortably when you’re cat is sleeping on top of you and you don’t want to disturb her
Shakespeare
The windows to the sky
Watching you watching me
The light patter of the morning rain, clarity in its simplicity.
The city lights always had a way of suppressing my emotions, making it an easy escape from my perfect life. Everything moving in slowmotion yet getting along at its natural time. Everyone going along with life, and me, sitting here in this daze.How sad it is to live a perfect life and still feel trapped and alone.
How can I remember something that was never there
Seeing is not believing .. we stumble through life only to realise them in 100 years people will live under your sky and you won't matter ..
I wish i could live as easily as I once loved
- my heart
I think as humans we’re always searching. Searching for answers, searching for love, searching for happiness. And while I think we are incredible beings for our curious minds, we sometimes lack the ability to cease and just be, letting whatever may come, come. And because we’re always swimming, searching, we often miss what otherwise would have come floating in front of us if we just stayed still for a moment.
I just want to find the shore
truce // vessel // twenty one pilots
The sun will set and we shall fall again
The cycle doesn't end