(f)right to love

[infiniteabys]

Vice grips on the brain. Heavy dream hearts. Cross country trips underneath the eyes that long to see your bed. Home is where the heart is(n’t). Songs that make your veins scream for a breath of fresh air. Let them out to taste the leaves. Turning colors as fast as your affections. Remember when everything made sense? My room’s as messy as

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[jcat93]

I wish I remembered when things made sense to me! Lol! Godd job :)

[infiniteabys]

Yeah, it'd be pretty amazing if everything was alright all the time, wouldn't it?

[jcat93]

yeah but sometimes we need pain to grow stronger

[infiniteabys]

Sometimes pain pretends to be confusion.

trust me.

They both suck.

[jcat93]

I know they do.