“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
don't worry; i'll catch you
...
no need for reminding
you're still all that matters to me...
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