Maybe To You It’s ‘just A Band’ But To Us It’s Air. We Inhale Music As Easily As You Exhale Hate.
Maybe to you it’s ‘just a band’ but to us it’s air. We inhale music as easily as you exhale hate. You look around and see how many people you can ruin, but we look around and see how many of them just need help
It’s Not Just A Band, It’s Our Survival // Å.G.P.
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It may be cold now, and it may seem like it will never be warm again. But summer WILL come. The sun WILL shine. And the warmth WILL come back.
I hope
Yeah, stars can’t shine without darkness. But what do you do when even the stars start to fade away?
}Å.G.P.{
Her: I feel like it’s always raining..
Him: How?
Her: The whole world just seems so gray. It’s as if someone laid an everlasting blanket of fog over me.
Him: But you said things were getting better..
Her: I thought they were, but how could it possibly get better when people just keep hurting me. How could I feel better when there isn’t a single person who likes me.
Him: I like you.
Her: you’re lying
Him: I'm not!... *sigh* I don't think you understand how much I love you..
Everybody thinks I’m over you. But sometimes… when someone else is talking about their relationship.. or I see two strangers holding hands.. I remember that at one point that could have been us. And my hearts breaks all over again.
Things Change #6
I used to feel at home whenever I talked to you. But now it’s more like when you check into a motel; familiar, yet cold and neglected.
Things Change #3 // @im.not.living.im.surviving on ig
The only difference between EAT and FAT is one line.
— Such a fine line // Å.G.P
I can feel myself spiraling out of control but I have no idea how to stop it.
Make It Stop {via idoubtanyonecares}
You used to love me as more than a friend, but I guess things change..
Things Change #2 {via idoubtanyonecares}
I used to be your first choice. But then she came along. I don’t blame you for choosing her though. She’s so perfect, and I’m so….Me…
No Longer a First choice {via idoubtanyonecares}
That moment when you’re sitting in class and trying to pay attention, but eventually you just give up because all you can think about are the memories. The memories that you made with meaningless people back when you were naive and oblivious to how easily they could shatter your glass heart. But you’re stronger now because you’ve finally rebuilt it. This time out of solid steel instead of the fragile glass you used the first time. But there is one big flaw in fixing a broken heart… The memories will never disappear. Your brain will never let you out of the prison you created. There is no way to escape… So you continue sit in class and try to pay attention, but it will never work because all you can think about are the memories.
Å.G.P.
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"Why haven't you given up on me yet?"•Å.G.P.•All poems/quotes are original unless reblogged or I say that they aren't.
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