dear oliver,
❝just because a person has
a nice h o m e, money jingling
in their pockets, f a b r i c touching
their s k i n, this does not put
a brick over the feelings of
w o r t h l e s s n e s s .
this does not
mean that their f a m i l y smiles
because they are h a p p y. they
smile to hide the a n g e r they
f e e l towards their child.
don’t say that parents will
a l w a y s love their children.
some don’t, okay? some
h a t e their children. some
regret giving b i r t h to them.
some even have the audacity
to tell their children this.
stop, s t o p i t. stop judging
people so damn easily.
stop for once and know that
just because you’re
b r e a t h i n g
fine under the water, this
doesn’t mean that the
person next to you isn’t
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g.
thanks,❞
and all through those words,
i stared at you. and you stared
right back. as if it was okay,
my words had no effect,
you dared to look back.
-
a/n: dedicated to isabelle for accepting the request for a movie poster for shades of blue! sorry the dedication can't go in shades of blue since it's complete :(
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