Grains of Dust
Life is like little grains of dust, some of them will slip through your fingers, and nothing you can do about it. But some of the little grains will stay for a while and then fade away like the others, or stay in your hand forever. All you know is that you can't control which one will stay or will fade away.
The life of a 15 year old teenage girl.
I post things I like (:
Hilversum, NETHERLANDS
The life of a 15 year old teenage girl.
I post things I like (:
Hilversum, NETHERLANDS
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now I see how pathetic you are
I hate it…
I hate it when people think something is funny, but it really isn’t. I hate it when people who know you really well think something is funny. They think I can laugh about it, but it instead it really hurts me. But I laugh, to not show the pain I really have.
a beautiful sky this evening
