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I have no way
Of knowing the truth
Which time dissolves

I put the past into the ground
I saw the future as a cloud
If theres still time to turn around
Im going to

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Bright eyes-When the curious girl realizes she is under glass 

In the freezing darkness of my room. 
But no matter what I would do in attempt to replace. 
All these pills that I take trying to balance my brain. 
I’ve seen the curious girl with that look on her face. 
So surprised she stares out from her display case.  

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▶ I remember in middle school,

when i never left the house, and would lay on my floor for hours singing Bright eyes to myself, and would print out all the lyrics to all of his songs. scattering them all over the ground, i would sing, sing my heart out. Writing the lyrics most relevant to me all over my body. In between all this; writing love letters to a girl that i should have never involved myself with at the time, but would still never trade. I did this for months, and towards the end i realized i was a monster and that i was living a lie. And once it was all said and done the words, “Haligh, haligh, an awful lie,this weight would now be satisfied, i’m gonna give you only one reply, I KNOW NOT WHO I AM” , remained on my body for almost a year. The day i came to terms with who i was and what i had done, i cried for days it seemed and from then on, i never hid from who i was again. In fear i would most importantly hurt another person, and of course myself. Never again will i be someone i am not. 

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