romanticize your life
take pretty pictures
feel like the main character
light a candle
read books
go for a walk
dance to your favourite music
buy yourself flowers
do whatever you want
be happy
this is your life
and don’t let anyone tell you differently
It’s almost poetic how much you the thunder reminds me of you and how you were. You struck fast and made everything around me really bright and then you disappeared just as quickly.
What is it about the rain that makes you long something that once was, something that is so close yet so distant, something that still feels so familiar.
wondering if anyone will ever love me, ever want to spend the rest of their life with me, will I ever be good enough for someone, is it wrong to hope that maybe one day someone will want me