Her heart was burned into ashes from the passion. Wind blew the ashes away. There, once again, she was free.
When we shut down our emotions, it’s only natural we want to inflict pain just to feel again.
She has been in control of her life, but the red, puffy eyes in the reflection scream weakness in her face. She was human again.
I cry in the presence of epicness, because I can’t live in mediocrity, and mediocrity is the world I’m living in.
Don’t mock me because I’m different. Mock yourselves because you don’t have the guts to do so.