She looked at them from her hiding place. The devotion in her eyes, the way she hold her hand, the absolute selflessness of every one of her moves: she could never give him anything like that. It was like watching a cloud, a whirlwind, something natural she could never be a part of.
So she walked away.
And slowly -but surely- faded into nothingness.
Snow Patrol - Gleaming auction
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Carnival masks
Ain't no shit like the hood, they said. There's no place like home, they said. And what, exactly what, is supposed to be my home? A place I can crash into every time I'm hurt? A place with people I'm supposed to love? A blurry concept we try to swallow and we embrace to justify the years we spend trying to build a family instead of building our own life? An excuse not to grow up? But who does really care about home sweet homes? I don't give a fuck about it. I don't need a place to call home, I just need people to call family and they will become my own walking and breathing and fucking home. And that's all.
Jack Johnson - Good people
Jack Johnson - Good people
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