₊°𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳˓˚

Maybe the reason I feel lost is that my heart remembers places my eyes have never seen.

I changed, not to be better than others, but to avoid staying the person I used to be.

One day, you'll stop explaining why you've changed; you'll just keep moving forward.

Maybe that's why I look at the sky so often. I'm searching for something that isn't here.

Maybe the stars feel familiar because a part of me belongs somewhere among them.

I stopped explaining my dreams when I realized not everyone can see beyond reality.

Some people are homes. Mine just happens to exist in another world.

Will I be happy again?

“If you feel pain, you’re alive. if you feel other people’s pain, you’re a human being.”

every single time i put myself back together again, i watch myself fall apart once again and every single time is worse than the time before.