Have you tried peering into my bare soul to discover what makes me open my eyes in the morning (even my lower and upper eyelashes seem to interlock themselves) for the world keeps on laying the cards on the table that shows me all the reasons to just give up on life?
You’ll see yourself. You are my hope— the magical force that keeps me moving forward.
i adore her, every part of her being— both the parts she is proud of and those that she keeps hidden her wit and sweetness seems like a cherry on top of an ice cream that makes her even more beautiful to my eyes.
i’ve liked him since that 19th of February during our rehearsal for a cotillion "Your hands feel cold. Don’t be nervous", he said. i smiled and felt the warmth on my cheeks he’s always been my inspiration and my strong tower.
i wish i could finally tell her how much i love her.
i don’t think i’ll ever have the courage to tell him i love him.
i threw my tears to sea, letting it get drowned by the waves created by millions of liters of tears of all the people who just chose to let go of the heavy barrels that weighs them down