People act strange around death; there are those who talk about everything but the person who died — those who talk only about the person who died — those who try their best to cheer you up — those who can't help but make you cry and then there are those who don't have to say anything — because somehow they don't have to —
It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'.
Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can.
Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—
Why be scared of the darkness when it's the light you should be afraid of...that **** leaves you at any given time; afterall we all know what kind of creepy crawlies may lurk dark, but you never know what might staring back at you in the light.
Humans are such emotional beings, we can be in a good happy place in a moment then someone says that one thing that, and that one thing sends you flying back to that place
what does that mean?
were we not happy?
were we not in a perfect place?
then again what **** are perfect places?
It ***** that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.
I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.
The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.
You ever feel out of place in your own space?
like your lost, unwanted, a stranger in your own body.
Feels like your watching the ****** movie that it's your life but that's just it though; your WATCHING it, not LIVING it. like your a guest in your own world—your own chapter because somehow we created this invisible wall we must to cross to become apart of it all and yet for whatever reason we don't; as if we're afraid of what might happen or is it that we've just gotten used to WATCHING our lives go on rather than actually LIVING it.
I live in a storm and somehow you always seem to be the eye, a silent fighter that gets me through the harshest days. With a million voices in my head I always feel sure but I would given. Yet somehow I never do your voice was always louder.
I ask for Liberation to come in whatever form to save me, and it gave me you my Whisperer and whenever I hear the voices that's when you come charging in because you're Whisper is what I need your Whisper, something I can feel the quiet words soothe the hurts my Whisperer.
So you asked if I was feelin’ it
guess what? I’m ****** high.
I know they won’t remember in the morning but I spoke my mind.
The lights are on but they’ve gone home now I’m alone but who am I?
Oh how fast the evening passes cleaning up the champagne glasses.
I told you you were nothing but drama.
Oh how fast the evening passes clean up the champagne glasses
My only wish is for silence
But oh how fast the evening classes cleaned up the champagne glasses
This is true terror and horror
I wonder why I bother
But this is not new territory
My God I wonder why I even bother or they’ll think about us call it glamour but it’s only terror with all this ******* drama
Soon they’ll talk about us and discover how we kiss and **** each other.
They’ll talk even louder just to discover how we **** and kiss
I told you we were nothing but drama
But you wanted something so we offered
but oh how fast the evening passes cleaning up the champagne glasses.
I think the only way to truly live Forever is to die young and tragically; to go in some incredibly mysterious way; that would be superior and most definitely unforgettable and that could quite possibly be immortality.
People need to understand that to LIVE doesn't necessarily mean you're ALIVE,
And that SURVIVING and LIVING are two very separate things.
I think that when two people are in love; you can see it in their eyes. The way they look at each other, the way they stare; it’s all there.
There eyes full with admiration, attraction and the undying need they have for each other.
Their eyes twinkle with a burning desire and it’s matched with there smile filled with hope and happiness. It’s funny because even know they’ve never said a word about it we can all tell, for there is now an invisible thread that will forever connect them.
Sometimes we need to be careful at the things we're good at, because we might spend the rest of our life doing it.
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