February 2011
31 posts
January 2011
64 posts
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This thing doesn’t really reflect me much as an actual person anymore.
Yeah, I’m dark, and deep and emotional, and I think a lot of that floods out. That’s the aesthetic I’m attracted to that I usually reblog. That will probably never change.
But I can be witty, and bright, and completely ridiculous. And so little of that comes out in the actual content I post. Imna try...
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Despite the fact that I’m so uncertain about where we stand with one another, I still hope to God you get out of this okay. I barely think of it, it doesn’t seem real to me.
But when it settles in that it is, it’ll be totally fucked.
I may be lying, but I love you. At the very least, even if it turns out that I’m not IN love with you. None of that matters now.
I love...
“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still...”
– Hook (via -brittanymarie)
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I don’t know if uncertain people deserve to be loved. I think I’m very much loved, but I’m completely unsure.
All my life, I’ve been the unrequited. There are times I feel like I force that on other people. It eats me up, a little bit everyday. I feel corrosive.
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Sometimes I wonder why I’m still here.
I know why I am. But at the same time, I really don’t.
What am I doing?
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The other girls fluttered away, but the one in the corner stayed. I don’t know if it because it didn’t notice me, but it did. It hasn’t left yet.
Today's stress relief formula is brought to you by...
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Step 1: Have a good long cry
Step 2: Rage a bit
Step 3: Blog about troubles
Step 4: Crank up the dubstep
Step 5: Drink some tea
“Turn up the dubstep”. Are you trying to make things worse?
Someone hasn’t listened to good dubstep.
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Turtledoves outside my window.
I’ve never been so happy.
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I feel sick, and emotionally skewed. It’s not a good feeling.
Not at all.
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I hope things are okay. I hope you’re okay.
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I miss my boyfriend. Wearing my Dad's shirt makes...
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Silly boyfriend-type-thing, please post something. Your tumblog is still so sad.
“The law discriminates against rape victims in a manner which would not be...”
– (via itsthefirstday, directactioniswitchcraft-deacti) (via monologuesduvagin) (via somerset) (via loveyourchaos)
What if Anne Frank is like Voldemort
mooooocow:
and preserved her soul in her diary?
“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“the bark on the trees was...”
– Holes-Louis Sachar
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Drabbles. I have them occasionally.
If there is a paleness in my cheek It is the waters that rise and fall That rinse out my boney bleak Mornings in the mourning fall That is between my fingers And goos up into my hands The palms, that lick and linger And return back again
I am no prophet, no future-seer A medium of the heart I cannot allude to be But I know something of the future that sinks its heart into me We are all broken bits...
“In a dream, I was a werewolf.”
