Fuck That Get M.O.N.E.Y

it is the truth so why does it hurt so much

2013: horses are fucking everywhere

My brother scares me to death. Not in a way where I think he will kill me because I know that he won’t. But in a way where I don’t recognize him. In a way where he speaks like it’s not him, like he’s somebody else, but it’s still him. In a way where he makes me literally shake off fear. In a way where I am scared to death yet I am aware I won’t die. So what is it that I’m fearing? I don’t know. It’s just the way his empty eyes stars into me like he sees through me, like I’m not there, like he’s looking at somebody else but at the same time sees me and that there is something inside of me that I am not aware of but that only he can see. The way he suddenly waves his arms out of nowhere and the way he holds himself. It’s like my body reacts to fear as soon as I see him, like just his appearance triggers a signal in my brain and I can’t control it. It has become impossible to ignore due to the fact that we are living under the same roof. So how do you survive to live in a state of constant fear that does not exist, a fear for your life but yet you are still aware that you are not threatened and it’s all in your brain

robbers // a change of heart