You Cannot Make Everyone Think And Feel As Deeply As You Do. This Is Your Tragedy … Because You Understand

can we take a long ride?

& never arrive anywhere

my meditation is in not having a destination.

the hate in his heart is just an indication for how loving he can be

just an infp crustacean, tryna get a harder shell

nobody fights fire with fire

some use oil, others water

what is your etiquette coquette? 

how can impress you?

do u like the sound of my voice when i talk after i laughed?

do u like my lipstick? - it was quite expensive?

do u like my taste of music? - i think its quite special

if u even knew how obsessed i am with the idea to impress u.

etiquette coquette..

what is this?

is it a lifestyle or a prison?

do i express myself or have i locked myself in?

i feel the windbreeze,, the only indication that i aint in a prison, i have the option to be free-

i want to live for myself

talking is a waste of air if u dont have anything interesting to say

isn‘t it crazy that we cannot understand the language of the flowers, yet they can understand us?

im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up

actually if someones got a problem w me, its his problem.

why do i make it my own?

their gaze makes me blind

omnipresent in my mind

wasting my time, stealing whats mine