I'd like to think that I have a big heart, but I'm not so sure about that.
I love photography, but I am no good at it.
I love making people happy, but I am not good at that either.
I want to travel the world, to see a different view. I want to see how the other side lives. I want to be in the city, surrounded by floods of people. I want to visit Armenia, Russia, France, England, Turkey, and so much more. I want to get lost in the amount of beauty that would engulf me if I were to actually go there. I just want for it to happen. With time, maybe it will.
I have so many dreams, but I suppose I don't do much for them to come true.
Oh, and I love tea! :)
people are always like “why do u look so emotionless when u walk through the hallways” at school but i dont understand what they expect me to do when i walk to class like am i supposed to smile and skip around tossing flowers to everyone i walk by??
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup