“When the beginning was all pink colored glasses sitting on the tip of my nose, flowers and butterflies growing each day in it’s flourishing garden. But the end filled with endless nights, foggy sight and masks pilling up in each of our shelves.”
— k.b. // how bitter sweet and tragic our first love was
“You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.”