Maybe you’re wishing for the wrong things.
I love my friends so much. How blessed am I to have people who choose me again and again despite not sharing my blood. I hope I get to choose them again and again forever, too.
yelling
This is my King
does anyone know if we have to face our unjustified anger and desrie to be loved in return tomorrow
lay me down with the leaves and the moss. rest me by rotting wood with hidden mushrooms and beneath trees as tall as mountains. let the forest eat me alive.
dream about something else
Oops
on the blr instead of locking in for finals