April 2012
tyleroakley:
odair:
omfg press alt+the reblog button
praise god bless jesus hallelu
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okay so I'm just liveblogging my feelings because...
Okay so what sucks the most about this is that maybe, maybe I hate myself enough to hate everything I should be happy about.
The things is, I want to want these things. I want to want them. Can’t that be enough?
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OH LOOK, A SIDE NOTE.
When the hell will I ever learn to assert myself?
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Is it wrong to want things?
… to want things that seem to be out of my life? Far, distant, hidden things. So unreachable, I don’t even know what they are. All I know is that I want them.
You know there’s something wrong with yourself when you’re supposed to be happy, but instead, you’re struggling to be satisfied. With everything— with events, with people, with your life, with yourself.
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all my followers just silently judge me i can feel it
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I think I’m more sure now than I’ve ever been before.
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Opinions
sheathed in my mind
as to not stab.
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straight guys: emma watson is so hot
gay guys: emma watson is so hot
lesbians: emma watson is so hot
not lesbians: emma watson is so hot
oprah: emma watson is so hot
jesus: emma watson is so hot
grass: emma watson is so hot
emma watson: emma watson is so hot
rupert grint: emma watson is like a sister
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I just woke up from the oddest dream.
(It kind of sucks that you’re still taking shortcuts through my mind, specifically, in my sleep.)
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I wonder if the things you think of when you’re alone are as true as the things you think of when you’re with everyone else.
(Rephrasing this: which of your selves are you, really?)
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Your Name In Seven Violences by Gabriel Gadfly →
gabrielgadfly:
I. I cannot write your name without tearing the paper and now there are piles and piles of torn pages and nothing of substance written on them.
II. Your name, spoken, is to lick a lit candle: fire and light and the taste of wax melting into the haze and snap of pain.
III. I would christen ships with you to sink them. I would make reefs of them, teeming with the...
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4:30 in the morning
and I can’t go back to sleep no matter how hard I try
everything’s haunting me again and I just feel so mad and alone and bent on running— just running— to nowhere, maybe
and I’ve never felt so angry at the universe— at the omniscient being, who, I thought, knew a lot better than to do this and that
they say never to let the bad things ruin you but then, what...
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On a completely random note:
It sucks when you realize that some people are only friends with you because nobody else would listen to their rants and ravings. Yup. Veeeery reassuring.
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I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human...
– James A. Michener (via larmoyante)
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