Do you believe more in fate or that we are the creators of our own destinies?
You are emotionally sensitive.
To feel so deeply. To agonize over why it has to always be so happy Or so devastating.
I will be the one who stays.
If you saw the brokenness in her eyes, then maybe you would think twice about never letting her in.
I just can’t help but wonder, is happiness real or are we just telling ourselves it’s out there so we can have a little hope that there’s something better than this? Because when you’ve got hope, at least you’ve got something to believe in.
When I fall, I fall too hard. When I love, I love too deep.
She appeared to be a fully functional human but only she knew she wasn’t. She was a mere body of flesh and bones with memories buried deep inside her soul.
Around 10:30 I get there, music is blasting but the backroom is completely empty. The bartender asks me where my friends are at and I told them they all must be running late.
We should not feel handicapped without our phones, we should be relieved. In this culture which prioritizes the virtual world more than anything else, be relieved that we can cherish special moments happening each day, relieved we can be present to the moment.