just like breathing, I cry again.
"Doesn't a world in a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing it's color"
Welcome to my world;
I'm just an ordinary girl
that finds happiness in photographing, writing, listening to both kpop and khip hop and believes that life had been a lot better back in the 70s than it is now.
“It didn't rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.”
dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone
Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.