angelic-universe

Fear is a snake. It's invisible and indestructible. It seeps into your skin and chills your bones as it slithers by. It's not a beautiful snake. Not by far. It's tiny. It's huge. A venomous cobra squeezing your heart until it dies, or a parasitical serpent wriggling around in your mind, spreading it's disease. They can both kill you, because they are the same. You can't pull it out of your mind or rip it out of your chest. It has to fade. It has to loosen it's grip on your heart and fade away. But contracting fear is the easy part. Making it fade is the hardest. But everyone know that. Some people live with their snakes. Forever. Carrying the

This absolutely pointless first ever journal entry goes to my weird friend who dragged me to this website in the first place. She's funny, witty, and one of the most humble people ever. She creeps me out sometimes, and can be the friend I need the most other times. She's really awesome and writing and drawing, and playing Larry. Her guitar.In my honest opinion, she one other those people who should be treasured in the world.Because she's got a lot to offer it. You're awesome, Jojo. And don't you forget it.