Log in

No account? Create an account

+it's just the breathing of the city+

.this broken city sky like butane on my skin.

5 March 1988
External Services:
  • truth_like_rain@livejournal.com
a building gets torched. all that is left is ashes.
i used to think that was true about everything.
familes. friends. love.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

i'll never forgive you for teaching me to love life.

get up, get out, get away from these liars
cuz they don't get your soul or your fire.

i've longed to discover something as true as this is.

i always weigh what i've lost
against what i've left behind.

living without regrets was my only mistake.

the truth about the truth is that it hurts.