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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

Runaway

Once upon a time there was a boy. Two esmerald ponds for eyes, a smile bigger than the moon and brighter than the sun, right below one of those infinite constellations of tiny red freckles...

A missed connection, some people would say, but I waited and waited and tried to wait some more, but the world kept moving and I moved along - blue crystals of ice, dark forests of chocolate, but nothing could match his infiinite gaze. 

Who needed his light more than this lost girl? Who could match those long stares? Did she put out the fire of his head? 

Oh, but no other girl could ever see and truly understand. The ships rowing through this boy's eyes are what keep me up at night, filled with dreams of what could've been. I'll keep writing endless lines of hope and desperation, and won't stop looking for that grin in all faces at daylight.

Because there's no one, not ever, not really, that could make me feel the way that pretty boy did.

 

Love & Suspenders,
TheBassGirl-182