We hold on to your memory, vibrant as when they occurred. We wonder you path and findings only to have the stars to look to.
We crave and miss you, writer of the galaxies.
Good night to you star goddess
i remember the day you told me you were leaving. i remember the makeup running down your face. and the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them. like every single wish we ever made. i wish that could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things. like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, and the memories that never can escape. 'cause i'm not fine at all~
I've been making covers like crazy recently. Like, im making covers for books I haven't even written yet. I need help. I'm thinking about actually making a cover shop.
I think my problem with followers is that I don't fucking "appeal to the masses". My friend bluntly shows everyone that she's obsesses with Shawn Mendes & The Vamps & Shiz like that and she has a Shit ton of followers.... I'm not going to change myself for followers though. I just like to know what I'm doing wrong.
Thanks for listening to my stupid shit