We are the Reckless {Kneedle's Characters}

They think that he’s an innocent; that ignorance can only ever be bliss. As though he is lucky to be lost underneath this fog, that all the dirt and the rasp and the horror in the world somehow doesn’t filter through. They forget that even the lowest animal knows how to bleed… how to hurt. Squash a fly between your fingers and listen closely enough to hear the scream. Don’t try to tell him that he doesn’t feel a thin sliver of crimson inch its way down the cupid’s bow turn of his lips, don’t tell him that he can’t taste it salty and metallic on his tongue. Don’t tell him he doesn’t know how to care.

"I’m out of my element, I can’t breathe"
How to Embrace a Swamp Creature- The Mountain Goats

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When hope dies, everything else will surely follow. She knows that she's nothing more than something made out of the broken down fragments of what used to be a human being; a woman missing her lover, a mother missing her child, a person missing her home and, ever increasingly, her mind. And the only thing keeping these fragments, with their jagged edges like broken mirrors, together is hope. Call it misplaced, call it unrealistic, but there it is like a soft light steadfastly shining into the darkness. Hope. It will never be enough, but at least it is a little.

"And bury me beside you, I have no hope in solitude."
The Enemy- Mumford & Sons

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I won't want for love

To say that it is an act would not be to Beck’s credit. Fake it til you make it, was the adage that his father used to spout and it has served him very well over the years until now, in his seventeenth year, Becks can safely say that he has made it most whole heartedly. He 's one of the lucky ones, Becks is mindful of that in every way. Music has been his provider, confidant and friend for as long as he can remember; drips from every one of his pores.

"You wish silence released noisy drummers. You wish white noise surrendered to summers."
Go Do- Jónsi

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