“ Words can't be wood enough for a lot of things. But you know, I guess we have to try. ”
I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.
~ Ava Dellaira
Sometimes your music sounds like there’s too much inside you. Maybe even you couldn’t get it all out. Maybe that’s why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.
I don´t know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think that´s why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.
People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.
