you still have your mastery of words.
you still have yourself. you still have your mastery of words.

Thank you ♥

But I don’t think I’ve reached “mastery”.

And you’re back on my page ♥

How can life be so terrible and so great at the same time?

And why is it WORTH living?

To experience all the tragedies life can offer and know that you’re not gonna die because of that???


I probably won’t LITERALLY die when my parents will, but I will wish it with all my heart. And I won’t be able to have my release, my escape, the relief that comes after it.

We all (most probably) have our purpose and our ways, but tell me one good reason to keep on doing this every day?