This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls. -John Keating

Maybe I painted us too brightly.

the roar of the waves n the scent of the sea weave a soothing tapestry, a gentle lullaby for any soul seeking to find peace within. with each crashing wave upon the shore, an invitation unfolds to reflect, to dive deep into the waters of self-discovery that often lie forgotten.

the sound of rain.

recreate

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camp

idk wht should i do now

sleep isn't just a sleep anymore it's an escape from reality.

sometimes feels like asshole, sometimes u must curse, but whatever it is, u must keep going through it..

u can't make somebody u love feel the same, if they don't

if she weren't human, she'd wanna be the wind.

since i can't tell u this directly, i leave all of my thoughts and my feelings to u, in here. hoping they might reach u someday.

so much pressure