What slipped into your mind when you see a flower? Is it the blooming love inside you, or is it the thing so-called ‘hope’ that blooms the faith you have in life?

How do you wish to be perceived?

Are you the “You’re the knife I turn inside myself” person, or the “I love you enough that I let you go” person?

friendly reminder; you'll be loved in the most endearing way possible cause you aren't hard to love and you're worth fighting for ♡

well, new year's eve isn't here yet, but I do hope happiness will always find its way to you, angels. may the world treat you kinder than it did this year, and may every wish of yours come true! ♡ also, please remember that you are made to be loved, and it will stay that way, forever.