Criticizing is easy, art is difficult.
sixteen. always missing chances. reckless. stupid. dreamer. longing for freedom. love the feeling of my heart racing. still learning. sneaking around. secrets. painful smiles. mood swings. I always want what i can't have.


stevenrosas:

It’s beautiful how the roots of this tree are growing into the grooves and cracks of the sidewalk and not only do the color of the roots gradually fade into the pavement, they never stop growing.
fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“A Promise” by Niel Quisaba