Inspiring someone is probably one of the greatest thing one can acheve. Thank you :)
The way I feel, and who I am and how I look. My name, my age, my heart. The name of my parents and the street I live in and the city that never sleeps.
What I wear. My nails. My hair. My thoughts, my never-ending thoughts. My hate, my love. What I do on Saturday nights. What I do every night.
My teeth and cheeks. The colour of my eyes when I drown them in melancholia. My self-awareness. My consciousness. The stars that made me.
Why didn’t they make someone else?
Out of infinite amount of them why must I exist?
Someone could’ve done much better job than I do.
My counsellor. (via malphoys)
Because that’s the problem
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