She make her own luck
She don’t give a fuck
She trying to have fun
Take a break from the love
I am my own worst nightmare and my own best friend.
You’re beautiful and sad. Just like your eyes. You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
I no longer remember you
as a face, but as a
You are a black and white
photograph of a flower,
I see you in every color.
She became my very first thought in the morning, and my last wish at night.
You are not designed for everyone to like you.
She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.