even if i was a bird, flying away it wouldn’t help. the problem is in my head, not in the place
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even if i was a bird, flying away it wouldn’t help. the problem is in my head, not in the place
she’s stuck between who she is, who she wants to be and who she should be.
stars can’t shine without darkness
we try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes speak
imperfection is a form of freedom
what you think, you become. what you feel, you attract. what you imagine, you create.
you were wild once, don’t let them tame you
embrace your individuality. love what you love without worrying about judgement