if only it was always, to live, snuggling in this surrounding comfort; the trees breathe and whisper gently to me, all I see ahead are stars. Suddenly everything feels so clear, although it took the clouds and silence for my one and only desirous wish to come to fruition. It is all just beginning for you.
"I’m back, I’m new & I’m proud."
What does it mean when we stay locked up inside?
What’s in the stars for us? What are we trying to hide?
i’ve really been enjoying this lately, makes the world feel like summertime
a demeanor that not even the warmest of summer suns could melt; a free soul, lacking of jealousy, thriving in a world of endless possibilites and writhing in ecstasy; a childish innocence that can only linger in the soul that holds, or tries to hold still, some naivety about the cruelty of the world, with roots that grow deep down and branches that spread bountifully, there is an eagerness but a certainty that lives within.
Do romantic gestures really work?
I guess we’re about to find out.
One of my favorite people is going to be rooming with me. In college. In New York. Holy. Shit. Scared factor? Feels almost fine right now. I’m literally ecstatic.
This is, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through and there’s nothing I can do. I’ve cried every day at least once for months and no one knows that. Every day I ache, from the inside out. Every day it hurts worse. I’m scared of what I’m going to do…’cause I really don’t know if I’m strong enough to stay here if you’re not holding my feet to the ground.