“I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.”
"I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense."
"I would die for you. But I won't live for you."
"I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart."
"Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough."
"And the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are."
"AND IN THAT MOMENT, I SWEAR WE WERE INFINITE."
(Just thought I'd share a bit of Charlie's endless wisdom with you. I think it's insane how this kid is literally my age, a freshman in high school... I feel like him sometimes. Like I'm the only one who sees it.)
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To Live or to Exist
RandomThis is a collection of random thoughts and ideas that popped into my head. I also post some of my better imagines from my Instagram account. I'll really only update this when I'm in the mood.
