Pretty words i wrote down on my journal ❤
Because some things are so damn beautiful, it makes you happy you’re alive.
I have this habit of making jokes out of stuff that are actually killing me inside.
Laughing feels good, right? And they keep on saying to fake it ’til you make it
So, i guess i’d laugh at those things that make me feel like shit for now.
Everything is well curated on instagram. Pretty photos of pretty view with pretty people captioned with pretty words. These are some of the thing I don’t post there.
Pretty has never really been my core aesthetic (it sounds so pretentious, i’m crackin myself up). Sometimes i go ugly and raw.
These photos are very personal and reflects myself more than any selfies i could ever post. I know. It is kinda icky.
But hey, this is my blog anyway.
Watercolored type on my sketchbook.
Real talk, though.
Doodled some Third Eye Blind feels some time ago. Words from their Deep Inside of You track.
Oh the feels!!!