ma vie, monde, et coeur

pictures inspire me in ways words never could.

i think, even though we’ll never admit to it, we all wish we could be / do / have something different. it may not be because we don’t like the person we are, it could be the simple fact of wanting to try something new. it could be the greatest factor of all, not feeling good enough. its really easy to say, “at the end of the day, all that matters is how you feel about yourself” but not so easy to do. we all strive to better ourselves, but is it possible to completely lose ourselves in this process?

i’ve become so unlike myself.

i hate the feeling of growing up