I don’t hear music anymore
My ears are tired of all the pictures in the words
Cause you are in them…still.
Can’t believe that night might possibly be the last time will all be together like that for a long, long time.
Hard to believe we’re fourth years now, and that those days at Cuesta, those days at the Playpen, and those days at Turtle Rock are now going to become nothing more than a memory.
“Our” war is a spiritual war.
“Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via spindling)
(Source: skeletales, via pikachhhuuu)
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You still don’t listen to me, I hate it.
Finally here.
The First and Last.
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