xoxoeeka

ugh its been years since we've talked ;-;

Beneath each scar, a seed will grow,
          Through storms and trials, strength will show.
          From whispers deep, a bloom will rise,
          A soul reborn beneath the skies.
          

Don't know if you'd see this but how are you di?

Do not measure yourself by storms endured,
          but by the light you gave while the winds raged.
          Even in nights without stars,
          your glow may guide another home.
          

and you were and are such a granny

i was young when i met you 

cos like

you were a pedo 

we were so cringe 

lmaool