today, i’m like whatever to the skies and the lives and the deaths and the cries.
october 22 – my birthday ❤
the piano lingers in hallowed halls.
teenagers in an open-top Jeep driving through the night while fireworks go off above them.
the taste of happiness has never been more pleasant.
under the flickering lamplight, you and i laugh and mingle.
grounded in reality, happiness does not fly away.
life is not a perfect moment, but a collage of happiness gained, mistakes made, and time misspent.
all died but a bright pink rose.
with you, i think i could like summer.