where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
MY neverland.
1 comment:
Bleak, but perhaps there is some redemption in the idea that if you're falling horizontally it's not really a fall?
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