“It is soft and warm and I am not soft or warm but I imagine that it would be nice to be that way. I have never known it. I know a cold, hard, raging Fury deep inside of me and I am tired of it. I am tired of the feeling, I want to die so I don’t have to feel it anymore. I would like to be soft and warm. I would be terrified to be that way. I could ( Read more... )

I'll see you at your funeral, if you'll see me at mine. I'll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time). We'll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night and they'll never know the bad dreams we fight. We'll make our own ( Read more... )

Don't be afraid of the world. We're just all the people you could've been.
- I wrote this for you


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