#icantevenrelate

[mouthofthelion-feetofthebea-blog]

without

I hope a tornado forms and touches ground-  and that the chaos blinds the sound I hope it tears this house from around my head-  and rips scars into the ground,  To imprint on what had come my way- and what had been left to see  I know this storm is surely you, my dear I know the aftermath is me And though I've known this storm in all it’s truth Oh It has killed me- truthfully.

[jesi--noel]

I noticed today that I uncontrollably say "same" to pretty much everything. A police car was driving past today with its siren and lights on and I just looked out the window and I was like "same"