what if u woke up tomorrow and it was the first day of seventh grade and everythings that happened since then was just a dream
i would take that opportunity to use everything i learned to fucking crush my enemies and get rid of all the toxic fucking people in my life and tell them to fuck off
they wouldn’t take me seriously because they’re middle schoolers but i would know
i would know
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Nothing will bring you peace until you fulfill the calling in your heart.
bridge to terabithia more like bridge to tearing my fucking soul out.