Stargazer lillies are my absolutely favorite; there’s just something about them, fragile and delicate yet bold and fervent
No one knows the amount of tears I shed that day.
And every day forth. My whole self cries.
It’s supposed to all be better tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. My tomorrow isn’t coming.
“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? I always wondered about that. If people could see me the way I see myself, if they could live in my memories, would anyone, anyone, love me?” - John Green