The fresh leaves… the wind blows as it once did, The clouds seize the sun and We’re back where we started. Will this cycle end, Or is this an everending pivotpoint. Constant pull and tug. Take this uselessness. Show your vulnerabilities, Show you break, Before we do.
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad...– John Mayer (via cybergirlfriend)
What on earth happened to happiness, old friends and fun conversation