// I’m starting to feel this was never real at all.//

// Jane.//

Plain.

Beige.

Here.

Jane.

Quiet.

Careful.

Alone.

Jane.

Silent.

Miserable.

Gone.

Jane.

-Unstable Creature.

// Reblog if you’re the retarded friend. //

I’m might be the retarded on but…

(Source: theraggedydoctorr, via mythoughtsareplenty)

// I Am Not for Rent//

I am not for rent.

You can’t temporarily use me as a storage space, to keep all your secrets, along with the rest of your unwanted things collecting dust.

You can’t read me, learn me, and then return me.

You can’t drive me. Crazy. Away from you maybe. But you can never control me—especially when I don’t offer insurance

You can’t live in me. Can’t live through me. You can’t sign a lease and receive a move in and out date.

You can’t fuck me. You can’t buy if I’m not selling, offering me money for something your own counterfeit hands can do.

You can’t have me. You can’t afford me, You don’t deserve me, but then again, no one can or does.

I am not for Rent.

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Haha decided to write something. I haven’t done that in a while, well, off to the store.