#ryjls

The more we smell, the happier we are going to be

In my mind, I see a line, and over that line I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line but I can’t seem to get there no how. I can’t seem to get over that line.

You’re different. Sooner or later, different scares people. You think if you don’t fight back then maybe they’ll like you, stop picking on you and calling you a freak. Victim or not, make a decision.

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.