We are the children you reject and disregard.
hanatachiban: On your way back home again, good samaritan you see a man stuck in the rain, stranded with no friends. And from the goodness of your heart, you save him from the flood. A couple miles down the road, he’s covered in your blood. It’s always something.
You could be my someone, you could be my scene. You know that I’ll protect you...– Blurry, Puddle of Mud. (via completelyawkward)
Don't waste your time on me..
hungry4happiness: ..you’re already the voice inside my head.