Stars. Infj

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars. by Nikos Kazantzakis

It's the greatest burden I can think of wanting to be extraordinary but being mind-numbingly, sickeningly, painfully ordinary.


Laying on the grass dazing away at the night sky seeing the sparkling stars and the moon lighting up the night has always put me at peace no matter what kind of day I had


But whenever I hurt myself I always imagined people laughing and telling me to die and I tell myself one more cut but then the next day I fine myself at it again. Forever scars is what they are called

That was her magic. [atticus]

"That was her magic, she could still see the sunset, even on those darkest days.

The moon has dripped gold on us from all the nights that we laid awake under the stars dreaming with our hearts and singing with our souls.