There weren’t many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.
Let your clarity define you, in the end, we will only just remember how it feels.
Im not crazy, Im just a little unwell.
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway.
Some things you don't need until they leave you, they're the things that you miss.
Our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders, these twists & turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain. All of my regret, will wash away somehow. But i can not forget, the way i feel right now.