i miss this.

how strange, is it possible that for some people the best things happen too early in their lives and they end up remincising the rest of the time?

someone please come along, and tell me this's not all.

kick some butt

one day i will stop caring for/ about you. i will stop smiling to myself cos of you. asshole, youre not worthy.
it's still that huge green-eyed monster behind me. tell it to get away, he's not even worthy of a monster like you.
i wish things had never changed.
come on, come on, let's go kick some butt.

So live like you mean itlove till you feel itit's all that we need in our livesstand on the edge with mehold back your fear and seenothing is real till it's gone

We feed the stars with our tears and fears. But they take them in and show us how we can still remain high up and shining, despite the gravity.

Despite gravity.

Did I used to be a good, obedient child? Was it that once upon a time I used to be every parent’s dream? Sweet, polite, and clever. Oh when did that change, how is it that now I’m your everyday nightmare, the source of your sad, sad tears.

I want to fly away. Blessed freedom, blessed fresh air.

I want to erase you off, pretend that you were all a mistake. All that heartbreaks and broken hopes were just well, a mistake. It was meant to be good and whole, I was meant to be your pride, to be good. I don’t wanna correct it anymore; I no longer care what happened along the way that brought this upon us. I’m tired of these that are broken and I just want out.

I’m selfish, stubborn and unworthy. Everything was given to me good and whole, I was the one who spoilt it. I’ve tried victimising myself and I used to be convinced it was all your doing, your fault. But no, it’s me. Deep down I know it’s me. I’m a liar and a heartbreaker. Someday I should be burnt, I should be thrown away.

And the thing is, I don’t even wanna try correct it anymore. I’m tired and it’s too broken. Don’t you see, it’s too broken.

One day I will find the secret passage in the air and follow it. We’ll keep making our way up, we won’t be falling anymore.

The people with folded wings

It’s a far-off country, he would say. Those people with wings keep them folded up, the wings under their suits and dresses, but at the right moment, just when they need to fly, the wings unfurl and off they go. They never drown with the ship—they lift off at the very last moment. When everyone else is sinking into the sea, there they go, up to the clouds.

Skylight Confessions by Alice Hoffman

What if I had added,’ I had trusted you with something much, much more important than that’?
Then I’ll watch your face change colour.