Give me a reason to believe...

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 am, gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

May212013

cocaine-and-insulin:

When Disney could make references to eternal damnation and not give two shits.

oh, to go back to a time when Disney Channel was worth watching—

I’m done with this era of dialogue for 5-year-olds from the mouths of sexed-up 14-year-olds.

le sigh.

(Source: anightmarefantasmic)

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