There Is An Unspoken Art In Failure, A Quiet Mastery In Rising When Hope Has Slipped Into Darkness. Yet,

there is an unspoken art in failure, a quiet mastery in rising when hope has slipped into darkness. yet, even then, you seek the light—like a lone sailor searching for the distant glow of a lighthouse on the deep, dark sea.

the person who loves you wouldn't make you feel like crap. the person who cares for you wouldn't make you feel like crap. the person who cherishes you wouldn't make you feel like crap.

i wish everyone i've ever known could dive deep into my soul and feel what i feel because i feel too much, too soon.

i'm sorry guys give me a minute, i'm maladaptive dreaming at the moment

the "s" in my name stands for silly, short, sad, strange, sweet & smart, btw

hii <3