Let the sky explode and the clouds bleed fire. Let the sun stain the mountains and leave shadow like an ash. Let it find us and paint sunset on our skin. Come to me and wash yourself in the approaching night.
Hell is when the people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.
Do you know what your problem is? You can’t live with the idea that someone might leave.
I thought things were going to be different.
I ran away because I wasn’t happy where I was. I was constantly miserable. I couldn’t handle it.
I thought being here was going to make me better, make me a happier person. I thought everything from my past was just going to magically disappear.
But life doesn’t work that way.
Is there ever a time when you can just run? Run away from your past, run away from yourself?
…I don’t think there is.
Your past is a part of you, no matter how much you hate it or wish it was different. You can’t change the past, and you can’t change the part of yourself that your past makes up.
Is change even real? Or does change just take time, and I’m just being impatient?
I’d like to think that change is real. I hope it is. I’m tired of always being sad.
I want things to be different.
"do you wanna build a snowman??"
"i am a grown ass man."
She knows who she is.
She just forgot for a little while.
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