idk I liked that quote

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What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.
It’s strange but in a weird way, I miss my darkness… you know what I mean, the indifferent sadness that you resign yourself to when you’re completely and totally hopeless, when you no longer see a reason to try anymore so you kinda just shuffle along day after day, when nothing really matters because you don’t plan on living for much longer. Things that once ate away at you no long strike fear or anxiety into your heart cause “once I’m dead none of it’ll matter.” I’m told it’s fucked up to say because “Some people are dying to feel any other way! HOW DARE YOU WANT THAT BACK!!” Look at it from my point of view: when I didn’t have any purpose or motivation to exist, there was no stress about work, or school, or anything else; every problem just slipped away with my will to live. I could simply sink down into the darkness and embrace the silence. It’s different now that I’ve been “trying"again… It’s so much harder than before. It’s so fucking bright and loud!! but this time you’re not allowed to just walk away and cave in on yourself! You have to accept and acknowledge everything! And no matter how hard you try, you can no longer channel the familiar sanctuary that you’ve grown so accustomed to! You feel as though you don’t belong there, with the normal people, at all. After you’ve lived with the darkness for so long, can you ever truly return to the light? or will it always have those pieces of you, the ones that it took in the first place?
—  Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud.
(Sorry it’s so long, I’m awful at describing things so it takes me a while to do it)
  • Terroriser: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • Moo: I did. I broke it…
  • Terroriser: No. No, you didn’t. Nogla?
  • Nogla: Don't look at me. Look at Lui
  • Lui: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Nogla: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Lui: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Nogla: Suspicious.
  • Lui: No, it’s not!
  • Ohm: If it matters, probably not… Bryce was the last one to use it.
  • Bryce: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Ohm: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Bryce: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Ohm!
  • Moo: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Brian.
  • Terroriser: No. Who broke it?
  • Mini: [whispering] Terroriser, Wildcat's been awfully quiet…
  • Wildcat: Really?!
  • Mini: Yeah, really!
  • ...
  • Terroriser: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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        What’s in a name? A thousand songs. Hundreds of photographs. A million stories.  
                                           Everything.  Everything is in a name.

                                           Everything is in your name. (insp)