theidiot

“These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you” — Sinead O’Conner; Black Boys on Mopeds

We ALWAYS think there is more than there really is.

Kintsugi of the soul

He was VERY jealous of this enemy and constantly sought to sensor, stumble or kill him.

She will never know what she did to him… He will never comprehend how deeply his thoughts cut…

Write like everyone you know is dead

In an age of content and commercialism where consumerism is celebrated and the commodification of art is, if not necessarily desired but certainly required, is it enough to just make pretty pictures devoid of soul?

One afternoon in July when a hug saved me

Feel the punishment, can't commit the sin

I am far too busy doing the things of life to live a life.

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You never know how white you are until you discover yourself immersed in a culture where you don’t understand anything that’s going on.