My Face.
I'm Kristiana. My words are the way I see the world. I'm just in the gutter trying my best to see the stars. My blog is my escape, it's one of the best ones i've got. Hopeless romantic, daydream way too much.
Love has to be given to be received.
Post for myself, not for others.
(Vegas/Young/Taken/Recovering/
ManicDepressant/Vegetarian/Curious/
Restless/SoberLife/God)
I like a lot of things.
I'm Kristiana. My words are the way I see the world. I'm just in the gutter trying my best to see the stars. My blog is my escape, it's one of the best ones i've got. Hopeless romantic, daydream way too much.
Love has to be given to be received.
Post for myself, not for others.
(Vegas/Young/Taken/Recovering/
ManicDepressant/Vegetarian/Curious/
Restless/SoberLife/God)
I like a lot of things.
I just want to lay here and cry. I don’t want anyone to ask me what’s wrong or tell me to cheer up. Their caring and being sad because I’m sad makes it harder. I just want to cry on someone’s chest until all the tears are out and they’ll say “all better?” and I’ll say yes and then we can go on with our lives.
