﴿الَّذِينَ صَبَرُوا وَعَلَى رَبِّهِمْ يَتَوَكَّلُونَ ﴾.

Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don't give me fake

It isn't a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.

you've got my devotion but man I can hate you sometimes

I wish everything was quieter and softer
and less often

i think he's very lonely. lonelier than he lets on. maybe lonelier than he even realizes

the soul grows not by addition, but by subtraction; we find ourselves by losing what we are not

is it a loss? or is it a redirection?

no revenge because ppl who are naturally ugly inside end up destroying their own lives anyways

remember when you were fifteen and you were convinced you were evil and irredeemable and completely insane but it turns out you were just fifteen