This blog is not a bubbly cute little fairytale with a colorful rainbow in it, but I hope you like it anyways.
young, live alone in a room, pretend much, likes espresso, dislikes unpleasantness
If flowers can be beautiful
simply by existing,
then so can I.
Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it,
but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.