This reminds me of childhood.

Home isn’t where your heart lies, but more where your soul lives.

As I look down on the roads I’ve once walked upon, I wonder just how miraculous this world can really be.

Even up here, the sun beats down on me.

even through misery, there’s always an ounce of beauty.

miracles come in all sorts of shapes, and colours.

a puddle isn’t filled with tears, it’s filled with promises left to bleed..

I’ll be here by the ocean, just waiting for proof that there’s sunsets and silhouette dreams. - Mayday Parade.

a shimmer isn’t a shimmer unless it’s made by the sun.

you can feel so lonely without ever being alone.

They say snow makes everything white. I proved them all wrong.