Some Reasons Why You Should Keep Writing
You are facing two roads and either way is dark and mysterious.
You are facing two roads and either way is dark and mysterious.
Love is like realising you’ve been singing that same song over and over again. Love is like recognising you’re annoying but humming the tune regardless of the people staring at you.
Why is it so hard for us to realize our own perfection? Why is it easier for me to see the perfection in others while mine remains cast behind drawn blinds?