also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell
who cares, do better, move on
The silent, the deafening
Beneath what we call home
We have piled up rocks ahead of time,
A foundation of what we were
Before we became what we are now,
A foundation so solid
The storm will not make our walls collapse
once it arrivesI have learned that
there are several kinds of love -The silent, the deafening,
The wounding, the healing,
The demanding, the kind.I have learned that
There are several kinds of love -
And that ours is my favorite
Our love does not ask questions
Our love answers-c.s
No offense but android snapchats look like photographs from the American civil war
