I don’t have vivid dreams that I can recall very often, but when I do, it’s stuff I can write about.
Sometimes I feel invisible, and that’s ok
Not everything is meant to be seen by the naked eye
I was never blind, I simply chose to live a lie.
I wonder if humans are the only animals that can make the same mistake over and over again. Perhaps never realizing they’re in the wrong until it’s too late.
It feels like I’ve been searching for something that never existed yet the feeling of loss is as real as my convictions.
Love and reason may be written in the same sentence but they are rarely on the same page.
You make my heart beat for all the wrong reasons
Isn’t he/she dead?Me, when I talk about celebrities.