Distant memories. Trying to remember can’t seem to picture anything in your head. Trying to find a smile in those memories. Memories so far away but so close. Closing your eyes trying to remember a day you were truly happy, you smiled and were happy. Sometimes you wish you can just go back for one day to try to make something work; maybe you can fix it, speak up. Stand up and say you’re here. Wanting things to be different so bad but know that you can’t change a thing, you can’t. Everyday you wake up being happy because you’re alive but not really happy. You feel like something is missing…. You know something is missing. You know what is missing. Then you stop for a second and really think about it. You remember. You can see it. It was there all along. You see the smiles, you see the love, you see the happy. But you see the cycle. It’s time to speak up; stand up and say I’m here, I exist. I’m alive and I won’t be invisible anymore. Those distant memories aren’t so distant anymore.
Cute shot of Marilyn Monroe visiting the US armed forces in South Korea
I’m definitely getting my nipps pierced
"I want the parts that you’ve tried to throw away – the parts that you were convinced no one could ever love."
"The heart is a thing of pain, regret, guilt but most importantly love."