think of all the love you’ve given people who never understood that what you did was for them and all you ever wanted back was something small.
hope. not charity.
you wanted them to make hope beautiful again…
if everthing that you’d ever ruined fell from the sky at this moment..
then the world would be covered in darkness.
maybe it’s time for the clocks to start ticking again. Look time in the face.
Look at time in the face and forget about the past.
stop the past leaking into your heart.
forget, just stop the past leaking into your heart.
sometimes people, for some people things dont work out as they might’ve hoped.
hope is a strange thing; a currency for people who know they’re losing.
the more familiar you are with hope, the less beautiful it becomes.
-from 16 Years Of Alcohol