A Kitchen Sink.

“Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless.
Then paint something, yeah it might be wordless.
Pointless curses, nonsense verses.
You’ll see purpose start to surface no one else is dealing with your demons,
meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of
your meaning, friend.”

–  Kitchen Sink, twenty one pilots.

 It’s easy feeling lonely out here, this world is too overwhelming for us to comprehend, but that’s okay. You are uniquely broken, the cracks on your skin aren’t the same as the ones on mine.

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