Monthly Archives: November 2016
I feel like its got to the point where im prcoessing information about Syrian refugees or the latest cat video exactly the same way, because I’m mediating it though the same screen. Eveything begins to share the same value. Everything’s a stage
what if I think the truth makes me a bad person?
What can domesticated property moguls offer rock?
She never forgave him for leaving us
Planned accidents
Our country is aimed at shallow over substance
Dangerous times demand dangerous songs
Even while breaking, you can still be persuaded
| its hurts to watch a friend repeat the same history that swallowed me up; being asked to change who they are so that somebody else can be happy- only for that person to change their mind and go off and do there own thing. You get older, you get more jaded, you get more cynical, but you want to hold on to the stories your mum told you when you were little- something deep, something real, something to look forward to. why do people make us change when we don’t want to? why do people make us do things we don’t want to? only for those things to be the very things which ultimately break us apart? it’s four years and four months, but every day still hurts. |
Who bought your silence?
Who enslaved your mind?