walking along snowy roads, looking at soulless trees, checking the time, it's late

my loved ones make me the happiest person

co — ★: caress the shard of sadness that lives inside your heart.

to be like a butterfly with burnt wings, i love it

i smell like hysterical seizures, washing powder, dried falling apart flowers, wired headphones, half-drunk coffee, squeamish notes.

but she smell like blooming lilies, the awkwardness of the sea breeze, a sparkling smile, my lovely dream, strawberry lip gloss, goosebumps during dawn, key chains with memories

walking that penetrates into the depths of the soul makes any weather the sunniest

' basically, so few people understand everything i say. because a lot of people around me think something completely different. but i still consider my point of view to be the most correct one for myself, so i always have to chew everything out.. '