I wish we were all hippies and we did yoga, lived in cottages, smoked weed, accepted everyone for who they are and listened to wonderful music.
And I wish money didn’t make us who we are.
I just wish we would redo society.
sad black and white blog, i follow back similar
you say you want to die but,
you still put that seat belt on
and look both ways before crossing the street
you lock your windows and doors
you would scream if someone was following you late at night
you would run for your life
but you do want to die
you just want to die on your own terms.
I have this on my blog like 6 times its amazing
Are they beautiful?
The lines left from suffering,
scars of emptiness.