
You cannot kill the Sun, you fools!

The storm cloud will pass…

You live in a phone. I live in a creek. We are not the same.

I bet lousy comes from lice. I am going to look that up. BRB. The sky might be the ceiling but theRest of this is Mine.Everything underneathAnd above the Moon?Divine.And I might still be aching insideBut my heart is fine.I’m just so thrilled to face the deathOf my lousy mind. It’s twue! It’s twue! “Lousy…

There’s only one rule, Son:Do not doubt yourself.There’s no one here with more power than youAlready have within. Your self-doubt leads to needless fear.And that is not of helpTo anyone; and you must beStrong for all of them. You probably have more confidenceThat you will be okayThan you have that others will,And that makes YOU…
Donald Trump.

Eternity is me. Eternity is you.

My inner child’s just wounded. Yours is fucking dead.

The Darkness is unconscious, And frankly it is stupid.

about my morning

Fur those with eyes

I ditched Juliet. I’m in love with Luna. I’ve paid off my debts and For now it’s Fortuna. But this is not a permanent state— It’s just a little date. My soul mate’s trapped in briars, so I Have to keep climbing higher.

Another writing prompt from someone who doesn’t understand life answered by someone who does.

At-one-ment.

If you struggle against the current, The torrent only worsens.