dear cynthia,

letters, notes, memos, words, & pictures of the person i am today so that i can look back at the person i was tomorrow.
I wish my words were enough but they aren’t. I wish my smile was enough but it’s not. I wish the things I did were enough but they never were. And I wish on every star and every flame just before it’s gone. Every penny down a well and everytime it’s 11:11. And I wish for the same thing. Every. Single. Time. Unknown (via lendersinthetemple) (via apologies) (via everylittlestar)