ithinkhesalwayswonderful
Etched lines snake together, cracking. His face doesn't change expression - hasn't in years.
This is where hard skin meets an even harder soul.
He been broken before. He's been beaten. How he's still standing up today? He has no idea.
Wouldn't it be so boring if hills were flat?
"Damn," Ross said. "Your chest is really flat."
The girl looked down and sighed. "Yeah, I really need new stuff for it."
The empty, flat treasure chest lay at their feet.
Most of the time when people die, you don't see blood.
You don't see open wounds
Or gashes.
You hear agonizing screams.
Most of the time when people die, all you see is their shell of a body
And their empty eyes.
Break the system.
Get out of the whirlpool.
Do something.
Only by eradicating all the rules, can you truly see the big picture.
I guess all you really need to have is spirit
And a ridiculous, childish view of the world.
Or maybe just be a good liar.
Yeah, that's enough.
We all borrow in life. Borrow things from others, be they material or not.
Eventually the banker comes to collect his due.
Do what you want to do.
Say what you want to say.
Be the person you envy the most.
And you don't think sunrises are beautiful.
Because you just don't get it.
If something falls so hard everyday, how can it still rise?
How can it still function?
You're barely holding on.
Sunrises will not do.
Not this time.
During the day, she bakes cake.
During the night, cake bakes her.
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