Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
There’s this guy who sits outside of Starbucks and is very kind. However, he’s a very decrepit old man who slinks in his wheelchair and drools on himself.
It’s honestly really sad.
He always asks what high school you went to and tells everyone that his ride is on its way.
However, today an ambulance and a firetruck came and took him away. It was really sad.
What goes through my head? “I guess his ride came after all.”
There’s a penthouse suite in hell with my name on it.
(Source: themascott)
