f i n d i n g c o l o u r

forget about our mothers and our friends, we're fated to pretend

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“sapphire and faded jeans……. i hope you get your dreams.”

“looking at me now i can see my past, damn… i look just like my fucking dad.”

“i’m starting to doubt whether all my dreams are just aimless stares, looking off to someplace that isn’t there.”

“what must we do to restore our innocence?”

“don’t you worry child, see heaven’s got a plan for you.”

“honest to god i’ll break your heart, tear you to piecdes and rip you apart.”