The mighty roar little things make upon crashing

The lonely cadmium-yellow world glows friendly at summer nights

Reblogging this is won’t exactly make me happy, isn’t it? Won’t help me find a better perspective on life. On my life.

It’s just a long solitary journey. From the bottom of my - as of now, completely turned black, muddy and bitter,- heart to its top. To reconquer it. To make it bow to my will. To make it fucking obey me. Not the other way around.

It’s a shame these times, that I’ve got a big heart.