M4rfrei

she was a storm not the kind you run from the kind you chase

we all have to let go someday, but just for today, I want to hold on

Nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow

Oreyn

Saudade: the feeling of longing for something or someone who you love and which is lost

It is what it is. Accept it and move on.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

They call us dreamers but we’re the ones that don’t sleep

your heart beats, no matter how much pain you’re in

It’s nice when someone remembers small details about you

sobble’s hands are perfect for holding :”)

by Giovanni Esposito

she was like the moon- part her was always hidden away

Caerp