regard your idols with a wide berth:
they do not care about you.
they want to see you pander and clamber for their love and their attention; they want to see you rip at your hair and skin your knees.
they want to win: they do not want to see you flourish, not like many others would.
they want to build you up with crumbling bricks, and they will sit and watch you fall as the material under your feet dissolves to nothing.
they have cast you as the fool, and as fake laughter and glimmers of gold flash in front of you, they hope to god you don’t turn around.
because they thrive on you, on your open heart and open mind and open arms, and without you, your light, they dry up and go in and stay shut.
false idols // morgan alexis













