February 2012
18 posts
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           I love sleeping in other people’s bed. The feeling of their fabric against my skin… so strange, so beautiful. The scent of their room’s atmosphere… so conspicuous, so new. The comfort I get… so impossible, so true.            It’s not the kind of post-sex feeling. It’s more than that. It’s the unparalleled abundance, the uncanny...
Feb 26th
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          It’s no surprise that when I’ve reached a breaking point with my own bullshit, I become hyper-critical of everyone else at the same time.
Feb 26th
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           Today I woke up crying because I dreamt that this person I sorta— well— really care about unfriended me on Facebook.
Feb 26th
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          I’ve decided that instead of laughing out loud for real anymore, I’m just gonna start saying “lol.” It’s way more concise.
Feb 24th
29 notes
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          Admittedly, spilling my soul to people I barely know usually turns out to be a humiliating mistake, but once in a blue moon it pays off.
Feb 22nd
28 notes
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Feb 19th
200 notes
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          I think I’d fair pretty well in a street fight. Not because of any physical prowess, I just have a lot of bottled rage.
Feb 19th
24 notes
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Weep Not
Weep not, my love, Weep not, my love, Your heart is close to me. You fucking bitch, Ungrateful cunt, Your heart is close to me. Oh, do not fear, I’m nearer than near, Your heart is close to me. I’ll gouge out your eyes And pound in your fucking head, You fucking bitch whore, Your heart is close to me.
Feb 18th
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          I tend to fall in love with every stranger I see who possesses some kind of engaging peculiarity in himself/herself.           What happens after that is, of course, what always happens next: it’s either I fall out of love or stay in love with the idea of him, her or them and then forever have my heart broken.
Feb 18th
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Feb 12th
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Anonymous asked: Why does it need to take time, always? I feel like I've wasted so much time already.
Feb 8th
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          “Are you okay?” I was great until you asked me that question. Now I’m blind with rage. Thanks for your concern, as always.
Feb 7th
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Anonymous asked: I seek passion. not just some work. til' now i don't know what's my passion. it's a big deal for me, i don't know why. Is it just me or other people also feel this way? It makes me feel lost and helpless. To make my situation worse i have family problems to worry about as well. I'm sorry, i know i'm not supposed to share these things to you since i'm just a...
Feb 6th
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Anonymous asked: i hope you don't mind if i stay anonymous... how do you cope with it? being lost and helpless.. life is so unfair.. other people get to have a happy life..
Feb 6th
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Anonymous asked: i feel lost and helpless right now. i feel trapped in a maze full of negative of vibes and i cant seem to find the way out... :(
Feb 6th
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          So my 10-year-old sister just got home and said she saw someone got killed today. “The old man chopped off the younger man’s head.”           And now she’s crying.
Feb 6th
30 notes
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          I’ve always been attracted to older people— both men and women. And I mean that in every sense of the word.           They just seem to be mature enough and I feel as though I can learn heaps of things from them to the extent that they intimidate me. And truth be told, I love it when people intimidate me because it only happens once in a blue moon. Old people’s...
Feb 3rd
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Feb 1st
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