"  

we’re made up of constellations and lipstick stains

of the alcohol we drink and the books we read

we’re made up of stolen glances and the leaves that we’ve picked up

of the flowers we put in our hair and the smoke we’ve inhaled

we’re made up of loss and gain and the pain we’ve learned to endure

of the streets we’ve crossed and the sunsets we’ve watched

we’re made up of unspoken agreements and words we wish we’d said

of lost dreams and newfound hope

we’re made up of the same things and we are all human

but we are all different

  "
a little something i wrote (via tyrades)

(via tyrades)

"   I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.   "
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(Source: unlockingparadise, via knablino)