I’ve just discovered this blog and it is amazing. I want to reblog practically every post.
Play me first.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
I cry a lot. Ever since I could remember, I’d always cry about the smallest things. Happy, sad and all the ridges and crevices of human emotions. I feel a lot. I dream a lot. I wonder a lot. I’ve always been profoundly emotional about everything. Always thinking and feeling a little deeper than others. Always letting everything move me, the beautiful and ugly parts. When you feel and experience life with depth, everything is intensified. Everything is pulsating, as if it was connected to your own veins.
I have a pretty sunny perception on life. But I wasn’t always like this. I was actually the complete opposite.
Maybe it was teenage angst. Maybe at the time, it was my relationship with my mother. Maybe because I completely hated her husband and I…
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