#metempsyche

@metempsyche —— WILDE / SENTENCE MEME.

       “reality is the last place any of us wants to be,” j.d. responds easily, taking a pointedly large drink of his blue slushie. “why do you think so many of our nation’s youth are on drugs?” and now he’s grinning like he knows a secret, grinning as if he’s been let it on something that no one else has. and that’s just the way he is, just the way he sees things. he feels as if he’s untapped some solution that no one else has. anarchy, he’s found, is absolutely liberating, and if people weren’t so brainwashed to follow along with society or drug themselves until they no longer have to worry about it, they could actually do something about it.

@metempsyche​ —— WILDE / SENTENCE MEME.

       he didn’t mean to. he doesn’t ever mean to, but craig destroys everything he touches. it sounds dramatic, and maybe it had really been dramatic back when he’d written that song for ashley— everything i touch just turns to dust— but now, more than ever, he feels it in his gut. he feels that ache that says no, no, wait, please, let me make it up to you, let me fix it! when he knows there’s no way to really do that. so his words get caught in his throat, because what more can he say than “i’m sorry”, and how could that ever be enough? 

       his lips part, his eyes flick from side to side, and he looks like he’s going to cry. it gets worse when he speaks, when his voice cracks, even though he knows he’s not the one who should be crying. but it’s there, in the back of his mind.

       i’m crazy. i’m sorry, i’m crazy, i’m sorry.