"At home drawing pictures of mountaintops / with him on top / lemon yellow sun / arms raised in a v / dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Some days, a dream come true would be great.
No one deserves this hell. But I chose this for myself. You shouldn’t feel sorry for me and all of my bullshit. I wanted this.
At least I thought I did.
I’ll try as much as I can to help your dreams come true, Violet.
I miss you.
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Being stuck at that elementary school age forever, it’s gotta suck. I could find a reason to hate almost everyone in this god damn place, but I’m not that big of a bitch. They’ve got it hard enough already.
He’s never been anything other than nice. He, more than anyone, doesn’t deserve to be stuck here.
Of course. Dreams are the best way we can leave, seeing as we can’t physically leave.
Definitely. So many times I wish I could free the souls that don’t deserve to be stuck here. Like you. And Nora, and Beau. It’s not fair. You guys shouldn’t have to suffer.
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
At least we’re known for something, right? Someone remembers we’re here.
They always throw those popping fireworks at me when I walk down the stairs. I’m tempted to beat them with their own bat.
I haven’t really talked with Beau in a while. I don’t really go up there much. I just kind of stay in my room when no one’s in there. We played ball the other day, though. He’s sweet.
Well, we’re not really remembered… the house is.
I’ve beat their asses a few times, though not really recently. I figure they’re just being kids, you know? Poor bastards are stuck in pre-adolescent bodies forever. That’s gotta suck.
Beau is the kindest person you will ever meet. He’s so innocent. He didn’t have a chance for this filthy world to corrupt him.
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
At least we’re a stop on a famous Hollywood tour. Even if the “tourists” can’t see us.
Yeah, solitaire gets boring after a while, I suppose. …But I’m sure one of the ginger kids would play with you. O-or even Beau.
I guess that’s saying something. Notorious for bloodshed.
The ginger kids usually just like beating people up or vandalizing things. I can’t really get them to sit still long enough to teach them any games.
And Beau? I see him every day, but he mostly just likes playing ball. Have you gotten to know him any more?
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
He’s my cat! Do you live around here? He’s gone missing. If you see him let me know, okay?
Yeah, I live…around.
Yeah, I’ll make sure to look for him then.
(Source: tarnished-tate, via justduckybritts)
Ghosts. God, I probably am a fucking psycho by now. You can only see so far out of these windows…
… How do you do this without going completely insane?
Yeah, the view leaves much to be desired, that’s for sure.
It was a lot harder before you came along. Although it has been pretty challenging playing cards by myself.
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
… It almost feels wrong, though. They don’t even know.
I guess I shouldn’t judge them, or anything. We’re all pretty screwed.
Like I said before, they’ll find out soon enough. It’s not like we can warn them, you know? They would think we’re fucking psycho anyway. Especially trying to explain to them that we’re ghosts…
Screwed is definitely an understatement…
(Source: twisted--violet, via twisted--violet)
