✨XíuLãn✨

Endless cycle of pride and revenge only leaves us isolated from the world.

How 
          Do 
          I 
          Remember 
          Someone 
          So 
          Wrong? 

I, tbh ,,, dislike some kind of accent and tones and realised,, you won't hear or feel those accents and tones unless you become a friend of those alliances. But I really think it's really unnatural for someone to speak like that. 

The dynamic where the curiosity about each other is not important and you realise words are just words.
          You can't love a person if you've never liked when they are tired and stressed.
          Sometimes ppl live in  homes where there isn't any room for discussion rather explosive frightening events are called argument.
          There's no point in arguing with those who already begin with misinterpretation. The best answer is silence because it protects dignity. And then holding anger is like drinking poison. 

I'll believe it, when I see it ; 

Either you grow it like a plant or break it like a glass. 

Endless bickerings.. . .
          Only if I could end this life ;
          Anyways ;
          

I just simply can't understand exactly why?!__
          Why do certain things happen that you never thought of ? 
          I don't know if it's cringe or something disgusting; but literally certainly things can make one wary of thyself. Exactly what actually happened? Exactly what actually could have happened if thyself didn't share certain things with certain souls.

The sky is a magical treasure box. When memories fade, regret binds your heart like a rope. And how would heart feel if it's being stomped hard with a sharp heavy material? 
          What if? If the dream inserted upon my ribcage is like a long, obscure dream, or rather, a long, monotonous corridor, and I was a lost speck of dust, traversing all the confusing details and monotonous twists and turns, finally arriving at an unfathomable distance? 
          And then a whisper came, "If I fall asleep, please don't wake me."
          

No one would trt a person better than thyself; and everything before our eyes is the fate that we have to face. ;