a persons beauty can not be judged by their faces, yes, they may be beautiful to look at, but they are not the pure souls that we all strive to have and seek. beauty must be judged by the heart; no matter how broken or torn, it is

still beautiful. the memories of those lost smiles may never come back to us, but new smiles will be formed, and new memories made; we just have to believe in ourselves this once.

beauty on the outside invites others in, but the content of their heart draws people closer; and that is what we all wish to have, and very few people possess.


( i just wish i could believe this about myself sometimes. )

my paper bones are tearing under my freckled skin. i am so weak without you here to protect me, i am breaking, in a slow and painful way.

shattering hearts and cracked hourglasses. filling my limbs with sand, weighing me down with the guilt and regret of the past. 'oh such lovely lips,' you had muttered, and i had reached out to you, and you fell away like dust.

Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City?

This year has consisted of so many shattered dreams, lost friendship, new albums, photographs, sunshine and slushy ice-snow.  Like Taylor Swift says, things will change, but I'm starting to believe that less and less now, due to losing a friend.  I wish we could talk like we used to in January, I miss the magical times in the fields and dragging snowmen into my back garden, we were so young and carefree; there goes me reminiscing again.

It's been a good year, overall, I just wish I could get my trophy and hold it up for my town.

[ photo via here ]