Art can’t be defined. I just choose to draw on my arms instead...

I built my walls so high to protect my heart from the weight your words, I probably won’t be able to let anyone in, ever again. You took that freedom away from me in the blink of an eye.

Have you ever felt like your gasping for air, but later realizing that no one else is breathing either? They’re just better at pretending they do. By: Andie Ekman (me)