7.4 Billion people live on this planet, if every person threw one piece of rubbish in the ocean, there would be 7.4 Billion pieces of rubbish floating in the oceans, OUR oceans, and it's our fault
Time is something we let go of, take for granted, but we've all let our lives be based on numbers on a circular device, on our wrists, or walls, or the digital clocks in our cars, time is a way of measuring things, like centimetres, but never base your life around it, because nothing runs how we want it to, don't leave anything to chance, because it can all be taken away in a moment
Chase the sun, right out to the salty water of the ocean, and watch as the cliffs crumble, like we're watching the earth crumble before our eyes. And do what we always do. Just watch. Never take action, just watch as it meets it awful demise. Or maybe once, do more than watch.
| started | 01.02.19 |
You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people.
Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby.
When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines.
(this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)