The ancient power of witch craft and white magic.
am an Australian .
*19- bisexual *my heart belongs to the universe *
Wish I could find a crystal ball, For the days I feel completely worthless.
I haven’t slept in so long and maybe, if you came back, I could get some sleep.

Take me to your lovers den and rip my beating heart to shreds
It’s an uphill battle, this recovery business. Some days you will be convinced that you are going down and not up; I speak from experience when I say it’s not easy. It is not a movie montage. It is not falling asleep dead and waking up alive. There is no magic to it.
But there are miracles.
They say you write poems for the people you love – whether you miss them from the past, long for them in the present, or hope for them in the future.
Pure sincerity forms within, and it is outwardly realized in other people’s hearts.
(via purplebuddhaproject)