How sad it is to be somewhere else, when you’re here.
Look around you. At the quiet girl you share notes with, the cute guy you have a crush on, the gunner who talks too much in class, and ask yourselves, do you know who anyone really is?
You are gonna have people who are going to see the depth from which you approached a song. The fact that you put real emotions into it, and that that’s valuable, and that’s good, and that’s real. And then you’re gonna have people who are gonna say "Oh, you know, like, she just writes songs about her ex-boyfriends…."
I’m not… fearless. I’m terrified. I’m always terrified. I act like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t. I don’t know if Isaac is dying right now. I don’t know if I made a mistake with Scott. I don’t know what my dad is thinking. I don’t know if we should trust Derek. I don’t know… I don’t know anything.
come with me
i still don’t understand why you’re in charge.
b a s i c a l l y , i t ’ s t h e e y e b r o w s.d: ..don’t rob any bank what?
c: without me.
d: of course not, b o s s .
HARRY POTTER MEME: three spells [1/3] → expecto patronum
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