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you can't look at the sky without seeing right through it
did you ever think about the whole illusion surrounding sincerity? someone pours their heart out, says some sweet things, some things you like to hear, some things you might have never heard before, or some things you might have heard before and have been missing, and you get latched on, without exception. i suppose i, not you. get latched on, that is. I, NOT YOU. isn't that the truth? isn't that some all-encompassing blanket statement of human affection? shit. i am trying to make sure that there's something here. i don't want a fucking billow of smoke, but i don't want a brick wall either. colored cellophane, maybe? a pane of glass? give me substance, but keep my eyes wide. there's a world out there, and love it or hate it, i'm gonna live it.
did you ever think about the whole illusion surrounding sincerity? someone pours their heart out, says some sweet things, some things you like to hear, some things you might have never heard before, or some things you might have heard before and have been missing, and you get latched on, without exception. i suppose i, not you. get latched on, that is. I, NOT YOU. isn't that the truth? isn't that some all-encompassing blanket statement of human affection? shit. i am trying to make sure that there's something here. i don't want a fucking billow of smoke, but i don't want a brick wall either. colored cellophane, maybe? a pane of glass? give me substance, but keep my eyes wide. there's a world out there, and love it or hate it, i'm gonna live it.