it's not that we're afraid
of being stuck in the same town, same house, same room
our pasts so intertwined with the ones around us that we can't tell them apart.
no, it really has nothing to do
with passing the same exact coffee shop everyday on the drive to school
and on your way back, passing the same exact pictures on the wall
(a little more dust and a little less resemblance everyday)
en route to your worn-out pillow.
all I can hear in the phrase
"nothing ever changes"
is not the crippling fear that your childhood home won't ever develop
but that you'll discover when you leave it,
even when you find a new horizon, a new Starbucks to smile good morning to,
and sheets that still smell a little like the department store,
you'll still fall asleep with the same bitter taste
of incapability on your tongue
and doubt stuck in your throat.
a/n
hello can we talk about how beautiful the wild mv is!!!! bless my life
keep on kissing:)))
-Brooklyn
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our lives don't collide (but our hearts did) Tronnor AU
Fanfictionconnor franta thought he knew everything there was to know about the residents of the slow little town of ivywood, pennsylvania. troye mellet thought that he'd never know what it felt like to be home, especially oceans away from half of his family...
