|—||Papa Roach, “Scars” (via lets-get-her-done)|
|—||S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via illusionsvk)|
Some people are going to treat you like a snow globe
and keep you on a shelf
and take you down only to shake you up
and watch what falls.
So break your glass
and let yourself pour out
and choose not to be so fragile.
Tip over the aquarium they keep you in
and seep into the ground
Long-sleeping mountains on the horizon welcome the sun into their midst as it sinks into its bed. The moon rises and whispers secrets to the stone peaks she watches over.