Forwarded from A𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 ♩
I like messy people who don't fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.
Forwarded from A𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 ♩
"Everybody has a home team: It's the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It's the people who, near or far, know everything that's wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they're at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry, these are your people
Forwarded from Nowhere
You know, ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like... Like I'm floating outside of my body, looking down at myself... And I hate what I see... How I'm acting, the way I sound. And I don't know how to change it. And I'm so scared... That the feeling is never gonna go away.
The Edge Of Seventeen.
The Edge Of Seventeen.
Where have I been?
Where have I been that my body so smells of the night?
Where have I been that my body so smells of the night?
Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it, I just don't want to die anymore.
She was the beautiful dream I have been searching for.
Th one to wake me.
-A
Th one to wake me.
-A
What do they call it...Yup a silence sp loud that it deafened a deaf man. That silence. It was all about the thoughts and nothing else. It was like we shouted for too long. Its like we loved our demons more than each other. It's like the drops of salty tears felt our caress than eachother. This story is about us. The wanderers. The quiet ones. The dropouts. The haunted ones. The addicts. The trouble makers. The thantophobic. The atelophobics. The messed up ones. The silence rockstars.
-Yeab T🤍-
-Yeab T🤍-
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The question was: How do you want to be remembered?
I was afraid of the darkness following me...I begged God to get me out of that hole.
-From my journal
-From my journal