After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
It’s weird thinking that every picture on this website was taken by someone. Every room filled with cocaine and guns, every room with two people doing the baby maker, and every tropical beach in the middle of the ocean. Like damn what a life some people live.
I just want someone to genuinely give a shit about me. I want someone who wants to know everything about me like my favorite cereal, what color underwear I’m wearing, if I sleep with my door open or closed, and if I believe in heaven or hell. I want someone who will be there when the sun is shining, but also when a thunderstorm is brewing inside of me. I want someone to know me like the back of their fucking hand. Most of all, I think I want someone who would never think of giving up.
Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.
Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
Summer darkened her skin, lightened her hair, and set a fire in her heart.
fall colors - black
winter colors - black
spring colors - black
summer colors - black
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