"Sometimes I just want a place, a someone to tell it all to. Just to breathe. No strings. No fear of being betrayed during a moment of the poor excuse called “human” error because we knew that in those moments of exchange that the information transcends even the worst that could become. We were, are, and will always be better than that. This place, this someone listens and nods at the right times without feeling the need to interject some deep intelligent saying to medicate my thoughts and feelings from the unfiltered place they originate from. Paying attention is enough. Then, because I also want to, I’ll listen to them speak the words that need life breathed into them to provide that dose of sanity that I may feel the same and that we are truly not alone despite our efforts seen through turning our backs, packing our things, running away, and attempting to devote a life to the insanity of being trapped in ones owns head alone - what a dangerous place."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 01. (via oh-potter-you-rotter) (via playoninfiniterepeat)

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