#iappoligize

[nightmare-junkie]

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This is what happens when you give southerners snow (((#snow #snowday #satisfaction #iappoligize #imameme #memes #wintermeme #winter #video ))) (at Gaylesville, Alabama)

[13th-reason-why]

"Change. Don't ask me why I've changed. Don't ask me why I don't dress "normal". Don't ask me why I listen to music that has the potential of growing dark earthy vines of depression and the wringing out of the few tears I have left in me. Don't ask me why my opinions transformed into tightropes, strong, but always having the potential to break if someone pulled hard enough. Don't ask me. The mere statement of change leaves blood pulsing in my body. Blood pulsing through my wrists. Blood pulsing through the outer scopes of this cold empty chamber I used to call a heart. Answers become uneasy for me these days. I have become answer less so to say. Quick breaths spew from your lips in forms of questions but all that slip from mine are drawn out "ummm"s and "well"s, while in between these one syllable words, stories from my life come out in tangents like rapid fire that could be described as something you would see on the battlefield at the peak of war. But my mouth can't form these stories. My lips cannot shape into the words that want so badly to escape from the inner portals of this body. A body that has been dead for a long time now. They want to live but when they are camouflaged behind a dead corps, smells disguise. Paleness with no pulse sends people walking the other direction. And when they are walking in the other direction, time becomes a ticking bomb, leaving you little time to say what you want to say. What you need to say in order to free yourself from the body you are in but don't recognize anymore. Change becomes of you when there has been no other option. When there WAS no other option. And No form of change can be intertwined in the form of a question. A question that requires an answer. Because answer is an understatement."

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