If you could ever consider a heart as something more substantial than that, then you're crazy.
This is what my mind resonates onto the keyboard. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. Simple as that.
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I don’t like being told by my own mother that my dreams are a waste of money or a teenage whim.
Or when she tells me that I’ve always been immature. Or that I’ve never learned how to be independant. Or that I’m wasting my life.
How would she know anything if she’s never watched me do anything I love?
If it’s a waste of my time, then it must be a waste of hers, too.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
