If I could I my parents warned me about drugs and baggies I would take that smile LOVE sold on the street, but never the ones and inject it directly into my blood stream. YOU with teeth, and a heartbeat.
Je ne sais pas ce que je ressens mais je sais que ça me rend somnolente, ce qui me fait parfois tirer le rideau et laisser le téléphone sonner. Il saisit mes épaules et me tire plus près et je peux sentir le mouvement d'air vicié autour comme si il chuchoter dans les espaces tranquilles de mon esprit. Je ne sais pas ce que je ressens et c'est effrayant parfois de voir ma fantaisie détruite par l'horloge accrochée au mur me disant que je perds mon temps. Encore une fois. Je ne sais pas ce que c'est, mais je ne peux pas m'en tenir à l'écart une seule seconde.
People always think they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or it they feel fucked up and sad for no reason at all.
he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive. and he had problems, issues scars, and monsters in his head. and these monsters tried consuming him, devouring him, and taking him, taking him to the other side. but no matter how many cuts, scars, tears...he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive.
1. Don't let Disney fuck you over there are no princes. 2. Your first kiss will come when it's time, strop stressing. 3. Take pictures of everything. 4. Your friends now aren't forever. Neither are next years friends. (not next year either) 5. Never stop making art, ever.. 6. Don't take relationships now too seriously, okay? 7. Seventh grade sucks for everyone. 8. Don't stress about being "pretty" or "thin" or "boy material". Just be the best you. 9. No one is completely confidant. 10. I promise in a few years you will look back on this and laugh.
I FUCKING HATE JUDGEMENTAL PEOPLE. I'M MORE LIKE, OH HEY YOU SMOKE? GODD FOR YOU. OH HEY, YOU DRINK? DRINK THE FUCK ON. YOU'VE HAD SEX? CHILL!! YOU HAVEN'T? CHILL!! YOU WEAR A LOT OF MAKE UP? COOL. YOU DON'T? WELL ALL FUCKING RIGHT. I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF MONEY OR DON'T, I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE A FUCKED UP PAST. I'M NO ONE TO JUDGE AND NEITHER ARE YOU.
There once was a young girl with green eyes, who wore her soft blond hair in braided pigtails. at the age of seven, she watched her older sister, stand in front of the mirror before school and pinch her stomach with a disgusted face neither of them ate breakfast that morning. At the age of nine, she watched her older brother make fun of a girl with glasses for reading on the bus , she went home and hid all her books in the attic. At the age of twelve, she watched the older girls at school with straight hair and short skirts, put makeup on in the bathroom and discuss how boys would only like you if you looked perfect, like them, the next day she arrived with red lips, short shorts, and no braided pigtails. At the age of fourteen, she watched her father hit her mother for the first time, her mother cried when she saw her standing in the doorway and told her daddy didn't mean it, the next year, she told herself that her boyfriend didn't mean it, either. At the age of sixteen, she was paper thin and empty with staight blond hair, red lips, purple flesh and lifeless green eyes while staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror she thought to herself, "at least i'm normal".