Could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt. I wish love was perfect as love itself. I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden. I grew a flower that canβt be bloomed, in a dream that canβt come true. Iβm so sick of this fake love. (leo βΌ, scorpio β‘, taurus β½, 22 y/o, german, Slytherin, ENTJ)
- Per aspera ad astra. -