GotMyHeadInTheClouds because it's betterthat way it;; it gives me c h a n c e s
to d r e a m what
I might have never dreamed before
this ability to think, to dream, to
([imagine.]) It's
simply ♡.x.xW.x.O.x.N.x.D.x.R.x.O.x.U.x.Sx.x.
D
O G
; A man's best friend.
The only person who will,
Accept you for..you.
For Smart or Dumb,
Rich or Poor...
100% you.
And that is impossible
to find.
They talk about her
like they don't think
it's hurting her.
The truth?
It's breaking
her.
It's destroying her.
She just can't take the lies.
The back-stabbers. Everything. Everyone.
She always asks herself;
[ What did I do wrong?
]
>.:+*sometimes it hurts so bad
there'snothing
left to do but
turn up my music way
loud.
make my parents bang on the
door and my neighbors call.
make the drum beat
through
my body and the bass pound in
my ears and leave them ringing
for hours. sometimes
it hurts
so bad i just need to let
go and f o rg e t || t h e || w or l
d
combined some stuff. reposting this with my new edit. re-favorite
it please <3 :]
sorry if it doesn't come out the way i planned :| steve we need an
emotions category