

“I wanna runaway, runaway
Little time left to runaway”
song: mars ago - runaway runaway
“I wanna runaway, runaway
Little time left to runaway”
song: mars ago - runaway runaway
Birthday ~ Neon ~ Runaway
Ko Shinwon ~ Pentagon
More ads from the Boston Gazette and Country Journal, 1766. Benjamin Church was a member of the Sons of Liberty, the radical sect of Boston patriots, and probably rubbed shoulders with the likes of Paul Revere and Sam Adams. He is notable for betraying the Sons of Liberty and working secretly as a Tory spy (in addition to selling Figur’d cottons, Whitneys, Gauze hankerchiefs &c. &c. &c.).
3 days ago I had a talk with the people I ran away from and two wonderful mediatiors. It’s been traumatizing. It’s been scary. I don’t know what to say. It’s been a big mix out of: ‘’We didn’t do anything wrong’’ and ‘’Why don’t you do better? Why do you fuck this up?’’, whilst I am trying to survive and make them see that I am traumatized. Afraid for my life. That I am feeling terrorized and dirty. I have been abused. I have been hurt. I did horrible things, because I thought, even just for a seccond, that they were normal. That anger and agression were normal. That living in pain and fear would be normal. But it isn’t. And I ran. And I won’t stop running till I’m safe. Till I’m feeling safe. I won’t ever stop to run from what hurt me, till I can start a new life, completly. I am worth living in safety and happieness. in luck and in love. To have a family I love. I always feell like I’m writing a goodbye letter. And I am. I am saying goodbye to my old life. And I am starting a new life. It is time to start. And I am nervous, scared, terrefied and confused. And that’s okay.
Much Love
Chloe
If you’re sad, think of baby sneks. <3
Also: If you’re feeling trapped: A house is just like a box of paper with holes in it. you can just go. You can leave and run away.
Ya’all be safe. <3<3<3
It would be in January after Christmas so I would have some money. I live in Rhode island so Massachusetts and Connecticut are pretty close to me. I can’t stand living like this anymore and I just want to die. If you would like to runaway I could give you my insta and we can talk.
i am really hustln with this suitcase cuz i am not finna let my clothes go but i probably should, i gotta pack smart or some shit, but like i like these clothes and i keep them because they make sense to have, a dress shirt, dress pants, for if i need to do interview for a job, 2 jeans, flannel, jackets, cuz its coldddddd af. and i just.. idk. something’s gonna have to go i guess? idk. i don’t want to let it go, but it would be smart to. right? hmmm hmmm hmmm
its all shit i need to be i have to see what i really really really require, and just drop a few items even tho i don’t want to. man this fricking sucks.. but ill see. cuz u can always buy whatever u had to discard back once u get a job and a home. so. i guess i will have to really really see.
I was painting a picture
The picture was a painting of you
And for a moment I thought you were here
But then again, it wasn’t true, down
And all this time I have been lying
Lying in secret to myself
I’ve been putting sorrow on the farest place on my shelf
goldstreik
concepts - costume development
I would do anything to see you today, to hear your voice, hold your hand and just feel like everything is ok again
Looping forever
I dont cry fuck off, have you got proof?