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I am fucking done fighting for a lost cause aka me

Hey there! I just saw your last post so I'm not sure if you really speak French but if you do, merci de me suivre (:

“Le temps est un grand maître, dit-on, le malheur est qu’il tue ses élèves”

Winter is coming

Invisble is my life in a song too. Along with broken home. And safety pin is my daydreams.

I would never talk more than i have to. You said my voice was annoying and my ideas stupid. 
          
          maybe one day you won't haunt me..one day your harsh words won't mean anything..
          
          waiting for that one day

me is so high on sugar

Its been years. I thought you were different..the light in my darkest dreams..but i should have known you were never gonna be mine.
          
          You remind me of a mirage..
          
          
          
          
          
          
          

When you know you can do better but you take two steps backwards in a stair just cause you see certain people  praying for you to fall down from both  top and bottom of the stairs doesn't mean you should stop right there or go back down..you should move forward one step at a time..
          

people don't understand my obsession or love for broken things because they don't have any idea about how broken things can make you fell, they can make you feel like home..because they are a perfect match..to your broken heart