May 2013
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Stupid
I find myself being a tease just to gain control of men when they are being stupid. Or maybe it’s just that the men who want me are stupid. It’s also possible that men in general are just stupid.
I have weird issues with men. Obviously…
Someone treat me nice so I remember what that feels like, Please.
Some people say that when you judge someone else, it’s because of...
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I think that some people are cursed with a heart too big for their body to hold and a mind so full of thoughts that silent words become stunned by realities evil whispers.
This is a tragically beautiful life.
April 2013
10 posts
In reality I try to fight the feelings.
But you dear,
you stole a piece of my soul.
Of course I still want you; I have to until you stop haunting me…
When my eyelids shut and the dreams come, you find me. Without any warning you reach inside of me. You dig your frigid fingers into my soul, slowly spreading the plague you carry. I’m infested by the lies you speak; the misleading actions you take. I feel your poison slither across my body, it nearly mimics the way you...
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The definition of insanity is doing the same thing...
And sometimes the day after I don’t like to bath myself. I let the scent linger on my body, breathing in the sick pleasurable though of his naked body pressed against mine. It’s as if I enjoy the guilty reminder of how I’ve done this to myself again; given into lust. I let him in, knowing he would leave; understanding he was nothing close to forever. Deep inside I know it only...
March 2013
1 post
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It Is What It is.
Sometimes your name slithers it’s way back into my thoughts. Then the questions begin. Doubt. Worry. Discomfort. My heart begins to sink, and that’s when I stop myself from craving you.
It’s over. What is, is. And what isn’t, isn’t. I hear your words louder now that your voice has been silenced. I can no longer compromise my happiness for overly romantic daydreams...
February 2013
6 posts
“You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...”
– Pan’s Labyrinth (via moaka)
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I keep trying to smile,
but when the corners of these silent lips lift
the tears pour.
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I want to be handsome in the things that I am.
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Remind yourself that you are human. Mistakes are forgiven. Lessons are learned. Love is the most powerful disease. Be kind to your heart. Never forget that this body carries your soul, and it’s the only thing this life will let you keep forever.
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You are an addiction; a drug that drives me to insanity. When I think of you I crumble because I want your touch. The mind games we play are disastrous, they leave me bleeding with intrigue and a plague of cravings for your beatings. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Your dead, numb, diseased heart. My mind is clear and colorful until you raise your hand.
All I can do is stop my...
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It’s like now I look back at who I used to be and wish I could hug her, maybe even become her again. That sweet girl who stood her ground and knew right from wrong. Then she decided to try with all her heart to think with an open mind, to not judge. To see everything as a possibility, an opportunity. What happens then? You start making decisions you used to say you never would.
And there...
January 2013
5 posts
What do you do? What do you do, when your mind drifts to another reality? When you see a perfect world in something that may never exist, even if it’s the thing you want most of all. Your eyes turn cold and still. It’s almost as though you are looking but not really seeing, you are allowing your mind to run your perspective. You are letting your feelings eat you away to the point where...
“You smell like a flower that is neither alive nor dead, because no one has...”
– Legături bolnăvicioase, Love Sick (via terramantra)
i’ve mastered the art of not giving a fuck while simultaneously caring way too much
December 2012
3 posts
November 2012
2 posts
Maybe you’re just a douche bag, and I’m just a stupid girl sitting here trying to figure out what will make you happy. But, I’m getting so tired of this…. I feel like all I do is try to please you and you don’t give a single fuck. When I try and just see you, it’s not okay. When I try to see other people, also not okay. SO WHAT IS OKAY!?
It really should be...
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October 2012
19 posts
WHEN I FIRST SAW HONEY BOO BOO
howdoiputthisgently:
I WAS LIKE:
AND NOW I’M LIKE:
Today this girl in my english class talked about writing. She explained how many people write as a way to show that they are a part of something, as a way to be an individual. It allows you to share what you are thinking, it’s a way to display your thoughts. To feel as though you are being heard. It doesn’t even matter if anyone reads or acknowledges your words, it is merely the...
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The hardest part about life is understanding...
This happens so often, you’d think I’d learn my lesson. To slow down. To take one day at a time, one hour at a time even. Be patient with myself. Lately I’ve been beating myself up about the smallest details, but the thing is I don’t just scold myself. I OBSESS. Over everything that I have done wrong. It’s like all the negative wins over the positive in my life.
I...
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