"I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then."

All of my words are lost in old journals. Pages worn, corners turned from all of the searching, in hopes that the words will jump right back into my brain. I scratch at the surface from deep down in the hole that I’m buried in, but nothing relents. I long more than anything for brilliance to once again, flow through my pen. There’s no giving in.  

Exfoliate & moisturize! Scrub that face like there’s no tomorrow, you anonymous gray person you c:

"There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do."