Got the shits. Whatever.
Broken Legacy
Today I’m wondering what makes people walk away. How can someone believe in something to the very core of their being and then walk away? Is there something black, buried deep in the soul that silently churns within, cresting little ripples until the ripples turn to waves and we are overcome? Sometimes I wish I was a surgeon, capable of unthreading my own intestines and sorting through the mess, picking out the burrs of helplessness and despair. How does it worm it’s way in.
Thrusting out hands to catch another only to be caught up in the billowing folds of a broken legacy.
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So stand in the rain, stand your ground Stand up when it’s all crashing down
Beauty from pain: Superchick
Undone
Beating hearts entwined as one Once again we’ve come undone Sweet release, guilty peace Coming undone
What the?
Zelda and Final Fantasy Piano Medley
“I wanna take a ride on your downstairs mixup!”
Whoa-hey-rajah
~ I am not forgotten ~
