It pains me to hold on to something that already let me go. But that's irrational, love always is & that's why I end up getting hurt.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
Rebel girl
The wind whipped her hair across her face. She heeded them not for she felt like her hair got its personality from her. No matter how much she ties it back, tendrils always escape from the buns to hang loosely about her face and neck. Rebel hair just like its owner who would never condone to being controlled or bound. However, life has its way of getting to you and this girl found her heart wrapped around a certain boy’s finger. A boy she hated and loved at the same time. Hated him for how he made her feel; how bound she felt to him. But alas! Love can’t be foreseen nor can it be stopped.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Thoughts # 14
Indeed... secrets breed doubt. Trust is lost and everything, every action for the person becomes difficult because of a nagging doubt at the back of your head that he or she could be keeping more secrets from you.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Thoughts # 13
...and it's during nights like these, after I'm worn out from dealing with people during the day, that I crave for your warm embrace and silent company to lull me to paradise.
Thoughts # 12
"Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly."
-Cornelia Funke
I never thought of it this way but now it makes sense...
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