in this bright future, you cɑn't forget your pɑst. †

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escape everything for a while.
I miss you. I hope you realize that.

@yourjesseking i missed you like hell.

…
 
Him
You can see he's broken
Just by looking at his tired eyes
In the verge of tears
As he makes another hole in the wall
Tidal wave of emotions
He can't cope or come around
A certain expectancy
A hope that the future will be bright
But there's nothing else to hope for
When you are falling apart
Yet he brings himself together
Puts on that fake smile
 
Her
When the sun shines oh so bright
Not letting her hide from life
You can notice the pain, the deepness
In her seemingly fresh scars
She stares at her reflection
Dreading everything she sees
Cursing under her breath
Every cut, every scar, every slit
" I hate you ", she mumbles
Putting her make up on
Not death, but life that scares her
Smile, even faker than before
Oh dear warrior
They will never know

to this day ; shane koyczan
 
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
 
but I want to tell them
that all of this shiit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
 
they have to be wrong
 
why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fu-ck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
 
of course
they did
 
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

broke away. learned to fly. if you want her back, gotta let her shine. now it looks like the joke's on you, cause the girl that you thought you knew.... she's so gone.
she's so gone ; lemonade mouth
 
i don't have much to say tbh.
i have exams next week. then on may 10, i start midterms or whatever you call them. idk. it's finals here. woohoo. it's so awkward to be mexican and not know how to say things in english. or even worse.. being mexican and forgetting how to say something in spanish, so you say it in english. LEGIT SHIZ. IT SERIOUSLY HAPPENS. IT'S SO WEIRD.
okay okay. cx i might not be on, cause studying and being lazy >
 
don't give up. you're worth it.
 
xo, georgie