1. Notes: 1498 / 1 day ago  from otakulei
   

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2. Notes: 5017 / 1 month ago  from dinosaurusrawr (originally from chibird)
   

   shaymae:

   story of my life.

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3. Notes: 3291 / 3 months ago  from fuckyeahlaughters (originally from dream-within-a-dream)
   

   fuckyeahlaughters:

   Get the Best Medicine here :)

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4. Notes: 905 / 3 months ago  from meme4u (originally from memedirect)
   

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5. Notes: 7762 / 4 months ago  from everything-inspiring (originally from inspiring-pictures)
   
    
6. Notes: 75191 / 4 months ago  from -zanarkand (originally from sallyintheskywithdiamonds)
7. 4 months ago 

   Succumbing to Fear

   I let myself get the better of my fears.  I made and twisted my choices into something I would regret.  Most of all, I hurt her for it all.  Perpetuating my fears only to find myself even more lost and disoriented from my main desire.  I desired nothing more but to be near her.  I followed my desires, my feelings; without thought or reconsideration I threw myself into the fire only to burn myself, and burn her.  I had no explanation to my broken words, but the sad recording in the back of my head.  The image of her is tainted, and I only held on with the belief that somewhere deep down all the mess I helped nourish into the new her was the simple-plain her that I so carefully kept in my mind.  I failed to let that image stay true to myself.  Turning to fear and bitterness; I dug my own place where I could ironically catch myself stuck.  I could not shake the broken feelings away.  I know she tried.  But not enough could quench my own mutiny on myself and her.  I let words and bitterness get to me when she spoke; when I lost the focus of what I should have kept staring at all along.  My simple image of her.  Perhaps its a ironic and blinded beating on myself for trying to believe that I’d be fine committing myself with all the prerequisites.  Instead, another casualty of the same life.  I feel ashamed that I lost grip of myself.  I truly am sorry for her, and hope one day she and I can share a simple moment with each other like before.  But I guess I might be asking for too much.  Thank you for your hope.

8. Notes: 1801 / 4 months ago  from ginja-ninja (originally from longwindedwoman)
   
    

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