ciao, i’m back. i’m hoping that i’ll actually post, i’ll try my best ♡
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ciao, i’m back. i’m hoping that i’ll actually post, i’ll try my best ♡
you’re so far away but i still see you constantly running around my mind
my smile is held up by his presence
when he told me i was pretty my heart was a flurry of happiness that made me happier than i’ve been in a while
a flame in our hearts burned for eachother, but yours burnt out and mine is still ablaze
she looked at me in the eye and genuinely said she wasn’t pretty.
seeing such a beautiful face saying that she was not pretty broke me to pieces.
she is far more angelic than she believes, yet she doesn’t have a clue.
i guess you don’t care for me, but i suppose i’m better by myself anyways
sadness and fear are dark clouds that take quite a lot of sunshine to break
my heart is tired from all the miles it runs when i see you
yellow paint
i find myself in toxic situations frequently. don’t get caught in these situations. but if you do, change. don’t get caught eating yellow paint.
every time i see you my heart strings tangle up
but when you run your fingers through the knots
im at peace.
you’re so far away but i still see you constantly running around my mind
not broken, but not perfect. it’s just hanging on by a few threads, but slowly repairing itself.
love as a person
if love was a person, money would be a minor accessory that wouldn’t be needed for love to be beautiful.
no matter how far away, I still feel you pulling on my heart strings to bring me closer to you
the thrill in danger is what gives us life, but going too deep into that thrill gives us a road of mistakes and pain
the worst type of pain is the feeling or the utter silence of your brain and heart being intertwined because you don’t know what is real and what’s not anymore