It’s time to find whatever it is that makes you excited to get out of bed in the morning. Take your time, fail forward… it will pay off.

I felt awake. Floating above the reality of chaos, and burning roses… the crumbling romance of simply existing. It was somehow beauty and tragedy, dancing together in the palm of my hand.

“At times like this, I wish I could shatter like the sky and dissolve as the soft snow does. Peacefully evaporating as I hold hands with painful mistakes, and wasted time.”

“Swaddled in this sanctuary of sadness… maybe it’s because depression and I have a history. Perhaps I find safety in sadness because it’s simply familiar.”

“You are stronger than your surroundings make you feel.”

“…You can rely on my perfection to prey on your impulsive infatuation…”

There’s absolutely nothing like the comforting scent of coffee, surrounded by the soothing tones of music that paint the background of my mind... It’s typically a lovely time to bask in our existence.

Caked in makeup, the paint dripping off, but it’s okay. It still manages to cover up the scars. It’s not that bad… I’m beautiful now, right??

A death sentence, all for the sake of your aesthetic. A change in scenery to shift the pace of life that we sometimes desire to escape.

Something as small as a label you created yourself, can keep your head stuck in the past. Little did I know, it only took a few words to open my eyes…