you can't possibly love someone unless you know the trick potion to love, and to be hundred percent sure, my darling, try it on yourself first.

She's ruined, oh but she's a masterpiece.

when the time comes, you'll fall in love sweeties, don't rush.

She was a masterpiece born from the ruins of her own destruction.

lover is a feeling of a familiarity that exists only in my imagination

i learnt from the autumn leaves, the formula of healing.every year, they break, fall off the trees and die.and then again in a few months, they find their way back home.reborn, living a new life just to die again. but never did that stop them growing again.so why can't we humans just live up to them.fall, get hurt, bear pain but have enough courage and energy to stand up and fight back again.

her eyes have shed more tears than the skiesher pen has bled more blood than her heartshe sleep with her eyes open widelaughing, she says it's an art.the melancholy that she isthey don't know the story ofdays she spends are warm and cozyat nights, her soul is ripped off

Pretty isn't always good and good sometimes isn't pretty at all.

and maybe one day, i won't be so broken anymoreand one day, i will find the lost pieces of me againand then there will be another sunrise where i would glue them backand the next day, i will stand in front of the mirror, smiling at my repaired soul againand that will be the day when my night will endand i will bid the moon a soft goodbyewith a promise to visit sometime againto the stars shining in that dark sky

Let's not live in regrets. Let's not make our souls wonder what adventure could have been. Let us live by loving the world as we are supposed to ❤