"We are the generation of the irrevocably broken, the dead but walking, the meticulously hidden and the beautifully lost." 

In the end, a promise is merely a constellation of letters

My words will fly away, while my writings remain.

Let's laugh into oblivion. Watch everything disappear from what was and change into something magical. For everything is that much more beautiful because we are doomed.

"And sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we hope"

|The moon dances with me in ways the sun will never know|

What are we, but a bunch of strangers, wandering, pretending not to be lost, trying to create the illusion of our lives put together, when deep down we are all far more than fragment, drowning in the weight of words we never did say

But the epiphanies are not random, they are intrinsically linked to every fibre of our becoming.

My goal in life is not to fix the Beast like Belle did, instead to understand him, know the cause of  his monsterly actions,and love him anyway.
And getting an absolutely insane library wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.

Black or white? Grey is nonexistent.

I observe my surroundings. So much is said in the unsaid.

We ignore the truth for temporary fixes. Perhaps that's why we find ourselves dozing.

And is it not conceivable, that the sea is formed with exhausted tears from fragile souls? 

"Let the simple miracle of your own presence overwhelm you"

🕊

I have an inexplicable love for spiders and I think it's caused people to question my sanity

Sorry could you repeat yourself just once more? I was too busy falling in love with fictional characters to pay attention

That girl who loves the rain, feels content in the dark, trips on air, is indecisive as hell, overthinks like she breathes,and wishes people had subtitles because she can't hear any more than she can see

Anyhoo 
Toodleloo
I kinda needa tie my shoe
If you got this far lowkey love uu