we must keep moving forward, so that the things weβve grown accustomed to and the scenery weβve seen a thousand times begin to look different every day
every time I wish for something, disaster follows, n everyone treats me like Iβm the devil. If my death is worth more than anything I could ever ask for, then dat life is far too beautiful
if you think devoting urself to someone for their sake is love, then itβs not love, n itβs not really for them either. u don even know what real fear is. i do, because im not the type to pretend im strong