When You Want To Be Heartless But You Know That’s Not How You Are.

Happiness Will Come To You.

I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.

i love you forever and ever

rt for good luck

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

Reading your old writing is either ‘my god, I’m an undiscovered genius’ or ‘welcome to CRIIIINGE CITY folks’ and there is no in between

― Clarice Lispector

auzeam luna plangand in acea seara. nimeni nu stia daca erau lacrimi de fericire, lacrimi de tristete sau doar lacrimi. simplu. noi stateam si vorbeam despre fiecare stea ce lumina asupra noastra. totul in jur levita avand miros de flori dulci. mii de galaxii se formau in a mea inima, mintea mea incercand sa realizeze ce se petrece. trăiam. trăiam fiecare ciob lipit al acelui glob de cristal temporar, dar atat de minunat incat se simtea ca o eternitate in el. trăiam. trăiesc. voi trăi mereu sub privirea lunii din noaptea aceea.

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