Galaxy Lockscreens

Alexis Vasilikos

Forgive me little girl, I have failed you. Forgive me as I'm not yet the person you dreamed to be.

She was just looking for a spot in the world, to develope all this potential she had in her mind, this little and naive child who didn't know how visicious life could be. I hope she forgives all the broken promises she'd made in her mind. I can almost feel her pain, for I have not shined as bright as she promised. I hopes she forgives you for letting yourself get caught up in the routine, to allow her to be dragged into that mundanity she was trying hard to escape. I hope she forgives me for being everything she promised she'll never be, for becoming her biggest fears. She promised she will not let herself go, cause she was a fighter, but I've let her down so many times, many of those dreams are forgotten and undone now. Time has pass and others seem to be racing harder, better. I'm sorry she promised she'll never be comfortable in the numbness of simple things, she'd always dreamed of greatness and I'm just sitting here craving for simplicity. She was hungry for the world, convinced that she could do it all, and here I am, breaking her soul with this awful contentedness I've learn to love. I'm sorry little one, for not trying hard enough, for letting you down, for being this warm hearthed Jane doe.

Forgive me darling.

P.S at least I love you more than you'd ever loved yourself

“An intimate relationship is not necessarily a physical relationship. Rather, it is a trusting, close friendship with another person in which one can be honest without fear of rejection.”

— Erik Erikson (via fyp-psychology)

You have to have a temperamental attraction to dangerous ideas.