burntsnowstorm:

We are children who lost their way in the forest. Disconnected from smiles… living lives that have had satisfaction strangled out of them. Guess what, my dears… I am not a robot.

I am seriously digging this blog - it’s like somebody took all the words out of my head and my playlists and jumbled them up into something pretty and lyrical that I could never hope to emulate.  There’s a familiarity that only clings to a certain combination of darkness and light - the dust has settled there.  Nothing is pulled apart to be sorted because there really is no one way or the other.  Something is corrupt about the phrase ‘You can’t have it both ways’ - that’s how things naturally are.  Like may beget like but ‘opposites’ attract; and very few let go.

[Yeah - not sure what that was about either. >w> ]