"idolize" poems
The Mind-Slaves
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking.***
Why do we treat Obedience with more reverence than we do Critical Thinking?
(CONTROL)
***Obedience is not a ******* acceptable substitute for Critical Thinking.***
Obedience is not inherently bad, but unquestioning Obedience is tantamount to Fascism.
To Terrorism. To Americanism. To Consumerism. To Militarism. To Racism. To Sexism.
Obedience can never, ever stand in place of Critical Thinking.
If you want to get immersed
in a true story:
live your own life.
That is, of course,
unless you've allowed it to be set up
in such a way
that it is no longer
a true story.
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not an acceptable ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
Obedience is not so much your friend as is Critical Thinking!
***Obedience is a ******* marionette string for those in power!***
***Obedience ***** up Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Slave!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Servant!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Tyrant!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Fascist!***
***Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a egocentric power-hungry ****
***Your Obedience is not equivalent to your ******* worth, nor is your ******* wealth.***
The number of people who idolize you is not a quantification of how good you are!
Obedience is a way to circumvent Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a way to usurp Critical Thinking!
Obedience stifles Critical Thinking!
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
***Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!***
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
A demon masquerading
as the almighty dollar;
she is cunning,
and she is tricky.
She is beguiling,
and she is illusory.
Deceitful and avaricious,
yet believers follow
aimlessly. To have her
in your possession is
nothing like how it
feels to be stripped of her.
Those who succumb to
her seduction are granted
luxury and leisure;
the pledge to idolize
her mindlessly is
engraved into our brains.
Indigence, starvation;
the deprivation of the
green goddess is malicious.
Free yourselves from the hold
she has on you; from the
worldly power she possesses.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Your name has meaning not to me
for I want the bat and not some trick
you use to hide your nightly guise,
the one I’ve come to
idolize
There’s many reasons you and I
have chased the cats and not the mice:
the rats have trouble keeping up,
the cats will scratch you but with
love
I don’t seek the face behind the mask
for I want layers upon layers—
upon dusk
to hide a face that might prove
you’re just a man and I’m a
fool
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
My Therapist said that I have abandonment issues,
says that I tend to idolize the people who leave me,
She says that I build shrines for those who leave,
and tombs for those who stay.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
(Smoking on that drill*2)..., Yeah ***** that kill2)..(Smoking on that drill3)..Yeah..(nigga that kill2)..I stay smoking on (that kill2)..Yeah..I stay smoking on (that drill2)..Aye nigga..(that kill2)..(Aye Im smoking on that drill*3)..Yeah ***** (that kill*3)..Uhh..
I ain't popping no pills , I ain't snorting nothing man, I ain't injecting myself, Im just rolling no mollies, I stay smoking on that drill, Yeah I stay smoking on (that kill*3)..nigga.. I'm getting straight to the business my ***** what's the deal, Uhh,Yeah, what's the deal with all of these buster ***** *** made fakes that's in the rap game mane, yall giving them **** ****** praises , that ain't Gods, they Satan peasants, Uhh..
I only give praises to the Heavenly Father & Jesus Christ , you should too, homie, I'm just giving out good advice, don't Idolize me my ***** I'm not a God, even thou I'm fly, even tho I ryhme so nice, dude you can be fly too, you gotta have confidence within you, look up to yourself my ***** you gotta encourage yourself, when nobody else isn't..
Uhh, Aye I stay smoking on that drill, Yeah I stay smoking on (that kill3)..So what man, Yeah mane,I'm smoking on that drill..(it helps me2)..be a better me, it medicates all my pain , it helps me meditate all of my depression away..So why the freak they got it illegalized for mane..Aye
The government is so evil homie, they the Occult , they so Satanic mane..The government been tryna destroy my reputation.. I know they after me,Yeah mane..They after me homie, wanna take my life away, Yeah they wanna put me 6 feet under with a closed casket service, mane, because all I rymhe about is the truth homie, Aye I ain't running ..noo..I won't stop tho, no I won't dawg, if death do comes then, Imma fight death all the way back where it camed from, They can throw me how much money they want to, but I won't take it,noo My soul is worth more than gold, All I need is Jesus, he saved you & me from ever being defeated, so he's the only Idol to me man..Aye..
(I stay smoking on that drill Yeah2)..(I stay smoking on that kill,Yeah2)..(smoking on that drill2)..nigga Yeah (that kill3)..(Uhh2)..(Yeah2)..my ***** this ain't no gangster music & I ain't no gangster Imma King Imma real ***** & , Imma Rebel too mane,..Ayo, I bet I could rap some **** that every hood ***** will blast & feel tho homie..Aye..I ain't no **** either, but I'm thugging against America..Fuck em Uhh..
I'm so g, my ***** I'm me Yeah ***** , I'm who I always wanted to be my nigga..so **** what a doubter & a hater gone think about this one...because
***** I rise3)..(nigga I strive3)..Yeah ***** (I rise2)..(nigga I strive2)..(nigga I ride*2)..for OFTR only & my ***** (thats Fo life3)..Yeah..(nigga I rise3)..(nigga I strive3)..nigga I rise..(nigga I fly2)..(nigga I rise2)..(nigga I strive2)..nigga I rise ***** I fly Aye..
(Smoking on that drill*2)..Yeah ***** that kill*2)..Yeah nigga..I stay smoking on that **** Yeah I stay smoking on that kill..nigga I'm (smoking on that drill3)..(nigga that kill2)..
Aye *****
/(I strive 2)..(I rise2)..(I fly2)../3
Smoking on that drill,..
(Yeah ***** that kill..that kill..Uhh*3)
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Dear Talia,
I don't want to be a tortured artist.
I don't want to be depressed and I don't want to be anxious.
Competitive sadness and disorders treated like accessories disgust me.
The world glamorizes mental illness, and I don't understand why. There is nothing romantic about being mentally ill just like how there's nothing glamorous about a broken wrist or a torn medial collateral ligament. There's nothing romantic about constantly being afraid that the world will fold in itself and **** you with it. There's nothing romantic about feeling like you could break down and cry at any moment.
This is the first piece I've written while being medicated.
I want it to be Christmas already.
The world dreams itself a halo, but can only attain horns. The halo is an illusion and the horns are an idea.
I'm due to take another Lorazepam. Would I look cool to the kids who idolize dysfunction and misinterpret pain as style, if I were to take one of these, with water and a distant glance, in front of them? Geez, to have their approval would to have everything and nothing at all.
I'm not sure why I've written as much about this as I have.
You.
It is 2:48 am and all I can think about, in this moment, is you.
I can't wait to spend Christmas with you. I can't wait to wear bad Christmas sweaters, and be the couple everyone hates, as we sing Christmas carols and spread holiday cheer.
I wrote this poem a few minutes ago. Sometime around 2:30 am. I'm not sure. I'm exhausted:
I sat on the edge of my bed, and on the edge of my life,
medicated to the point of pointlessness. Soft.
It was the nineteenth, not the twentieth,
and I wished I saw the fireworks with her fifteen days earlier.
My gasps tore the shingles off of the house.
And they hung suspended above the hole in the roof.
And God stared down into my room, as the shingles swirled skyward.
"I see you," I said, "but I don't believe in you."
I left home and ran until I was a dream that had passed itself.
I hope that was okay.
I love you.
Yours,
Joshua Haines
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
People in the Bible worshipped idols time and time again.
They did it even though doing so was a terrible sin.
People once worshipped Baal, it was one of the idols.
People refused to worship God even though it was vital.
When God saw people worshipping idols, it really angered him.
They had to suffer the Lord's wrath when he punished them.
Some of those people's cities were destroyed and some became slaves.
Worshipping idols was a stupid and shameful way for them to behave.
Some people still have idols, one of which is movie stars.
Jehovah God is watching, he knows who these people are.
The Lord is the only one who people should idolize.
If you worship him, it is a decision that is very wise.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
Even though false idols like Baal no longer exist, many people still idolize things today.
These people idolize money and *** when they should only idolize Jehovah God always.
God is offended when people idolize things other than him, it's something that he hates.
If you're such a person, you'd better change because it's something God won't tolerate.
God is the only one who should be idolized, not other wicked things.
People who idolize anything other than God had better watch out because disaster is what it will bring.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
let's make a deal.
uncap the bottle,
discover my greatest work-
a soliloquy on sentience,
performed to an empty room.
the walls
are bleeding lead poisoning again
and i
am leaving logic behind.
the air is crisp on my wretched skin
and as the world dies
its aching breath helps me
to finally feel alive.
i am pure white.
let me rise, enlightened.
as i float, breathless,
i can feel, finally,
the weight of my bones.
make me into a sparrow,
feast upon my marrow,
so i can become porous-
but leave my hollow mind whole.
idolize me.
spin my disease into pure beauty.
a stone-cold rose
grounds the coffin for my dreams,
liberating me from responsibility.
awaken me.
strip my heavy corpse of its wings,
eviscerate the breath from my lungs
cease my tangibility
oh glory,
build me up
strip me down
to my knuckles and teeth,
to the weathered bone.
remove the bloodstains from my home.
if i bleed now
it will be beautiful
when i fall, i
will glorify the cement, decorate it
with my shining insides
when i come down
it will be stunning
it will be dreadful
and i will be resplendent
-but the delivery
won't change the content
candy wrapping
can't cover up the stench of death-
i have given up
on purging the necrosis from my tissue
i have found
this tantalizing muse once again, and
once more i
will let her put cigarettes out
on my sorry skin.
i've grown to love the smell,
that acrid poison
it almost covers up the scars
she leaves-
if i can make dying sound beautiful
then to hell
with us all
if you could romanticise suicide
you'd be rotting
too
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Its an addiction...
When you relish every word
And see beauty in written lines,
Seeing them romance each other
While everyone see paragraphs.
Its an addiction...
When you idolize pens like brush
And adore papers like canvas,
When you see things in 4D
In a three dimensional world!
Its an addiction...
When you see colorful shades of gray
While everyone sees blacks and whites,
When you see words come alive
And embark on every poetic voyage.
Its an addiction...
When everything is beautiful
Be it tragic, happy or vague,
As long it's expressed in words
In a seamless, caressing way!
Its an addiction...
When you peek into Hellopoetry
When you know you should be working,
When you see poetry in everything
And must hurry to write and share.
It's an addiction...
When you read these lines of mine
And proceed to click ♥
Yes! I am deeply addicted!
And no! I do not need a shrink!
© Raphael Uzor
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
We overpay to over-eat,
then we feverously attempt
to burn this excess.
To hide our gluttony,
we pay for the gym,
burning precious electricity.
To fit the mold,
of celebrities we pay to idolize,
we desperately lust for perfection.
This vicious cycle,
of over-indulgence combined with
expensive repercussions fuels our desire
to appear modest.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Idolize my life,
its not that great.
Idolize my death,
it had no purpose.
Idolize my breath,
your on the right track.
Idolize my hate,
achievement unlocked.
Idolize my God,
it's a dead end.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
To be perfectly honest this was one of the more difficult poems to string together for the sheer fear of possibly jinxing it,
as there appears to be a pattern to every story involving a boy and me lately,
which begins with the same overrated butterflies in the stomach sensation followed by a poem,
sleepless nights, cigarettes, ***** and a tragic ending.
So having reached the poem stage my instincts and the part of my brain receptive to pain are already bracing themselves,
I can feel them clenching in my gut.
As this three nights stand situation burns the lines between a ***** call, friendship with benefits and something to the extent of a budding romance,
my expectations are protesting against being so fiercely oppressed,
frankly they are getting out of control,
as the dislike of not wanting to be clingy, chivalry of not wanting to subdue to any labels nor the fear of yet another heartbreak itself,
are no longer sufficient to keep these rising hopes in place.
Ironically, when I think of you I think more of who I become when I'm with you, than actually you,
even though I do sincerely adore you. Very much.
I'm bemused by how comfortable I feel in my own skin,
naked and burnished, next to your warm, ivory touch.
Each time you trail your fingers down my body and take in a quick breath as if you were seeing me for the very first time,
I treasure the look in your eyes for later in the week when the going gets tough.
I idolize your rough, blistered, bleeding palms with all its calluses for they mirror my own much subtle bruises,
representing our shared interest, commitment, strength and transformation.
Your new found superpower to completely eradicate my necessity to socially smoke when socializing with you, speaks for itself really,
and we haven't even got to the laughter, the banter, the top notch sarcasm, the conversation, the warmest embrace,
breakfast ending in a ridiculously serious spectacle of coffee making,
which I thoroughly enjoy from the best seat in the kitchen wearing your shirt which fits me far more perfectly,
and the skip in my step as I head home.
So when the day comes for the revolution, of my expectations, overthrowing this rather tiresome governance of fear,
I just might pop the question, will you be my forever one night stand? ,
in the hope that you might just say yes...
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
Before you fall in love with a suicidal girl
Don't.
Suicide can not be romanticized and though she might idolize you
Remember that you may not be enough.
Remember that this world may never be enough.
Demons don't just go away, sometimes they just hide in the shadows.
And even at the highest noon they are there. Just smaller. The sun will go down.
She will always have shadows.
Remember that no matter what you do
You are irrelevant in her master plan.
She will plan out her letters in your arms.
When she is silent hold her. Make her know that she is loved, it may not be enough but those few moments in your arms might make her think twice.
But don't assume for one second you will be her savior.
When you see cuts on her wrists do not beg her to stop.
She won't.
She will cut deeper for letting you see her weak.
She will try to be strong.
She will put on a show for you. She will make you forget she was ever depressed.
Remember that sunsets can make you forget that night is bound to follow.
Know that night will follow.
When you get her final love letter to you
Ignore the fact that it is stained in blood.
Do not pour your precious time.into wondering if she suffered.
She will write her apologies in her best handwriting.
Do not read it.
Get in your car and drive.
Drive to the nearest bar and read the letter through hazy bloodshot eyes.
Do not blame yourself.
Do not look for moments you could have done something different.
It'll drive you crazy.
Before you fall in love with a suicidal girl.
Don't.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Romantic arson,
a thousand lovers burning
to the blooming flowers
of my accelerant:
amoral, senseless rage.
Because I do not
or will not consider
another vice
for your confessional.
Come shed indifference.
Thumb the holy water font.
Theorize inconclusive evidence
of life apart from love.
Crawl into
the vacant church
which is my heart.
Idolize Me.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
Suicide was never the answer to your temporary problems
And now I read about your death through the newspaper columns
" teen boy found dead with suicide letter..."
I believed you when you said you were feeling better...
This poem is for the suicidal boys that never get recognized
Suicide is never the right thing to idolize!
Put down the razor, or your item of torture
You get pushed passed your limits, and it hurts, sure...
But that doesn't mean you can't make it through your temporary problem
Do you really want to be idolized through the newspaper column?
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Get impassioned, get informed, get involved, because our ignorance makes us impotent, irrational, idiotic invalids, incapable of inquiry, and strips us of our individuality. Time to step up and take back what's yours. Hedge fund managers and securities brokers hold a cumulative trillion + dollars in assets. While you're living on minimum wage, working 2 jobs, struggling with job security, or drowning in student debts; they rake in 9 figure incomes by gambling with other people's money, and get tax breaks that come out of your pocket. Your voice is not insignificant, you are just as important as the people you idolize. Believe in yourself and extend it to others. We are the collective majority, and we have been conned. Together, we have the power to make a change for the better, so spread the word, and tell em you heard: get impassioned, get informed, get involved.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I'll be at the ball in my tutu and fishnets
While I idolize the girls with the long hair and dresses
The money thrown at them by loving parents
While my outfit is made up of spare change and short tresses
But I'll wear my mohawk high because even though
I look out of place and not as royal as you
I am me and true to my name
While you are just the same ******* dolled up
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Indolence always gets the best of me
I feel like a jab
painting images without metaphors,
avoiding the intense visions of the lot
Indifferent, inebriated.
All demons slayed. Spread eagle.
Life seems to be a hassle,
in two ways on the same street
I am the attention *****
who wants to be left alone
Pushing them back only draws them closer
Today is no different,
a muse, a good laugh, a realization
my schedule is full again.
I just want to spend my time
anything else lacks luster
Goal: (noun)
1. aim, 2. end, 3. target, 4. purpose,
5. intention, 6. objective, 7. ambition,
I have none.
You can't force me, try as you may.
What does pique my interest is art
If I ever get over self indulgence,
which I will market emphatically,
I may consider starting a career
Controversies are fun, so is ******
to balance them both in one hand
and collect with the other
that is art.
Form, the world has never seen.
Abstract ambiguity rewriting itself.
Displeasing parents and loved ones around.
The one the perverts idolize
the critics would bow in awe to
Ah yes...
I feel so lazy.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
Sun kissed skin
Honey brown eyes
This woman, I idolize
She is a wonderful surprise
Day in, day out
This angel,
Makes my heart beat out of my chest
She is nothing like the rest
Unique & sweet
Loving as can be
Like I said before, she is an angel I adore
In this world I could ask for nothing more
For her in my arms
My lucky charm
My other half, I may say
I cherish this woman every day
Intoxicating smile that catches you at hello
Her vibe keeps you feeling mellow
A kiss that sends chills down my body
A feeling I will always miss
A feeling that puts me at bliss
Her hugs so warm & safe
The sad world, is not so sad when she is in-front of me
In fact, the world absolutely disappears
Nor the good, the bad, or the in-between
Leaving two souls falling whole
Never wanting to let go
Hand in hand
Hearts in another
I fall for her everyday
Feeling like summer I may say
When her passionate side comes about
Almost every emotion I have screams out
**** yet lovely
Her intelligence is my key
A mind so beautiful, I am blessed to see
Fiery, fierce spirit
No other woman could even get near it
Determined to the bones
This woman feels like my home.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
I killed myself.
A Tuesday. Fresh cut grass, the smell welcoming, as if to announce Spring and rebirth. Then you think of Hay Fever and laugh at the simplicity we hold for nature. Leave it. Don't branch off. Knock on wood.
I coughed on a stranger. It was unintentional. My apology was sincere, as was his vulgarity. Made me think: This ******* probably eats with his mouth open. Food flying. Spit soaring. An intentional imbecile. To be noted: If I see this man again, I will sneeze on him.
Fast food is absolutely disgusting, but there is an occasional craving. When you lift the top bun of a cheeseburger and it gets stuck to the cheese. That's all I have to say about that. The quality of the food has put us in a pickle.
I'm tired. I'm sure there is a mattress salesman close by to sell me a dream. What is my most comfortable thread count? Futon it is!
I haven't killed myself, yet, but I've died a long time ago.
But, dying and killing yourself
aren't one in the same.
The dead walk.
Ones who ****
idolize permanence.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
I used to idolize you
And I could never believe
You would deliberately hurt me
You didn't mean it
It wasn’t your fault
A million excuses
Exchanged for a million bruises
That lined my skin
In semi-permanent remembrance
of you
Five years later
I can still see those black and blue marks
That once blotted my skin
But now I am awake
And no longer oblivious
To your lies
5 years of slumber
1,825 days
Or 43,800 hours
And even 2,628,000 minutes
Of being blind to you
But the mathematics do not matter
Because you do not measure
Pain the same way
You measure time
Finally speaking, 5 years later
After being silenced by my own mind
Trapped by the fear that no one
Would understand
Let alone care
5 years of being scared and afraid
Like an animal
Who was hit too many times
Only because I was too ignorant
To run from what I thought
Was love
And now it has been three days
Since his return
Old wounds have resurfaced
5 years worth of scars
Of bruises
Of horrible, horrible memories
All oppressed by my notion
Of what love really was
I can feel my skin become tender
From where you used to abuse
Your power
But the difference now
Is that I am strong
I am not measly
Nor weak
And I will never cower
Below your shadow again
5 years of recovery
And torture and pain
But now I can live
The rest of my life
An eternity with an infinite
Amount of possibilities
Because I am not scared
Not anymore
Because after 5 years of being weak
I arise from my hibernation
And come out courageous
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
love - noun
deep affection, fondness, intimacy
-where your jaw drops to the floor and
your heart beats out of your chest like a cartoon character
past tense
-where time slowed down, or even came to a stop
because you locked eyes with this one person across the room
and your entire future flashed through your mind
like a projector streaming home videos on a
sheet hung upon your living room wall
but it didnt last and eventually time caught back up
and you ran out of film
so again you were stuck holding your own hand
love - verb
adoration, worship, idolize
do you love me?
could you ever love me?
dont answer that
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
There are celebrities who people idolize.
They may not know it but it's wrong in God's eyes.
Jehovah God is the only one who deserves to be idolized.
This may anger some people and some may be surprised.
It's okay for people to respect celebrities and to be their fans.
But we should idolize only God and never any woman or man.
We shouldn't idolize people because it's a terrible sin.
If you idolize somebody, please let it come to an end.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC