if there is something you would die for, then you have something to live for.
wearing their hearts on their sleeves, but oh, how good it felt to have them worn just like they should
...standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map