I’ve been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.
Everyone will hurt you if you let them in.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone even when you’re already in love with them? Because I’m pretty sure I just did.
Sometimes I wonder if there are some memories the mind doesn’t want to deal with and that if it really wants to, it can block out the images, shut down, numb the pain connected to what we saw – what we didn’t want to see. If we allow it to, the numbness can drown out everything, even the spark of life inside us. And eventually the person we once were is nothing but a vanishing memory.
Nothing can be erased in life. Life is permanent, from the breaths we take to the decisions we make.
Everyone is crazy in their own way, depending how you look at it.
Seth wanted you to wear tights,” I tell him, playfully pinching his side. “And be Peter Pan.” He swiftly shakes his head. “No way in hell am I doing that.
My school has apparently never seen someone so gothically adorable.” “What does that even mean?” She smirks at me. “You know, dark, mysterious, sullen, yet cute.” I gape at her. “Do you even have a filter?” She swiftly shakes her head. “No way. Where’s the fun in that?
He looks like an untouchable piece of artwork, so beautifully put together. So dangerously put together.
But confidence can carry you a long way. Believe in yourself, and other people will, too.
In the midst of a dark, forest, haunted by the winter’s chill, I found myself running for my life. My feet thudded heavily against the snow as the thunderous roar of the yellow, glowing-eyed, black-cloaked monsters chased after me. I shoved helplessly through the brittle pine trees, leafless branches clawing at.
That’s because there’s too many opportunities roaming around in the world. It’s hard to focus on just one.
Everyone fears him in their own way. And fear grows in the dirt of that town, soak the air, are engrained into the minds of every single person who resides there. That’s how a place like that exists. Without fear, the society would crumble.
It was one of the things that made me fall in love with her; the fire, passion, and the need to stick up for the outcasts, even if it meant being an outcast herself.
Because, in the end, I’ve realized I’m not my father. I’m simply me. And that’s enough.
But I still fear I’ll break him, and that boy is too damn sweet and beautiful to ruin.
Perfect doesn’t exist. Realness does. Realness is what I need.
Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.
We lay in bed for a while, listening to the ocean crash against the shore. There are birds cawing just outside the window and someone is snoring out in the living room. I hold onto her while she falls asleep, wishing this is how things would always be. That I could just lie here with her and be at peace with myself and life.
Even in the midst of my darkness, through a storm of pain, Lyric brings me calm.