Writing. Coffee. Cigarettes. And Weed. that is what makes me up; troubles, detentions, and the idea of love. Who are you? and who am I? we are mainly just shadows; voices in the choir of saints. Need me? I'm here. want me? I'm hard to find. Remember that you can do this, you are stronger than your demons

Just a kid trying to make it in a world where flying is forbidden and dreams come from white smoke; courage come from liquid, and water is poison.  Just a human trying to survive in a world built on chaos, death, and destruction. We will be the destruction of the earth

If I had any advice it would be: Never get attached to words, to sweet actions. Never get addicted to a person because in the end you will either get married or break up, and break ups hurt more than you'd think. Once the person leaves, they're gone forever.