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I’M NO KING, I WEAR NO CROWN. BUT DESPERATE TIMES SEEM OVER NOW. YET STILL I WEAKEN SOMEHOW AND IT TEARS ME APART
And Hansel said to Gretal; ‘let us drop bread crumb so that together we find our way home. Because losing our way, would be the most cruelest of things’ This year I lost my way And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate But losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
The journey lasted 8 months, sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were others who took the wheel and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who’d arrived It wasn’t me at all
And once you lose yourself, you have two choices, Find the person you used to be…. Or lose that person completely
Because sometimes you have to step outside the person you have been, And remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.
________________________I'm a social anti-socialite they'll say i'm the girl they became addicted to
IF I PROVE MYSELF REGARDLESS OF THIS FRAMEWORK I WILL HAVE LIVED A PROMISE LIFE
I’ve come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life. Then, some would say I’m a failure. The important thing is; not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognise that every day, won’t be sunny. But when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair, remember, it’s only in the black of night that you can see the stars that will lead you back home. So, don’t be afraid to make mistakes. To stumble and fall. Coz, most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wish for. Maybe, you’ll get more than you ever could’ve imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long, and in the end, the journey is the destination
your beauty can’t be covered by insecurity
The truth is theres so much that's beautiful in this world that we pass by everyday. It's that evening sunset that is blocked out by the powerlines and broken hearts. It's that mourning sunrise that's martyered by your hangover from drinking away your pains the night before. It's that morning air that flows ever so sweet, blocked out by traffic and the fumes it creates. It's the beauty inside everyone you meet thats destroyed by what someone in hollywood tells you is cool. It's the beauty inside yourself that you refuse to see because you're to busy studying your shortfalls to see how much you're blessed.