Maia K

I love that word. FOREVER. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

When nobody wakes you up in the morning and nobody waits for you at night, when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness.

Dear parents, I’m a teenager. I’d not get the grades you want me too. I don’t act like you want me to, I get attitude at unexpected times. I don’t talk like you want me too. I don’t listen to the musi

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