I fell out of love with the world one day what was once beautiful and boundless became dark, and finite so quickly as if I had stepped out from underneath
By Ally Grace8 years ago in Poets
My favorite kind of smile is dishonest the kind of smile that bears no teeth and beams from beneath empty eyes the kind of smile
It’s on days like this that I miss you the most when not a single thing is going well and it seems as though all I’m doing
