First! Does this need to be said? Second! Does this need to be said by me? And third! Does this need to be said by me right now?
I hear Warner laugh. I see him smile. It's the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I've never seen him like this before. I've never seen hi...
Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.
I can't be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.
This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a...
I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks...
So I take a deep breath. Step forward. Let go. 10 seconds and I'm trying to breathe 9 And I'm trying to be brave 8 But the truth is I'm scared out of my mind 7 And I have no idea what's waiting for me behind that door 6 And I'm pretty sure I'm going ...
Right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark
Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.
I think wow, I imagine this is what it's like to have friends.
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?" "What?" He looks mortally offended. "Do I like the kind of guy who's never had a girlfriend? Have you even me?
And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I...
he says : " please don't shoot me for this " and he kissed me .
While a part of me wants to know, another part of me is too exhausted to ask.
We've been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we're supposed to. But it's a lie, it's all a lie; every person, place, thing and idea is a lie. I do not function properly. I am not...
In my very limited experience I've already found that people seeking power are not to be trusted.
I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.
