February 2011
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Fuck that.
January 2011
54 posts
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But they all didn’t see, the little bit of sadness...
Actually hating everyone would make this a whole...
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They told me so.
I’m sorry.
It just feels like I’m the odd one out. All the time.
Because this isn’t how I saw things going, and I am almost too sad to try and make them better.
BonIver
londonturtle:
with all your lies, you’re still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads. For Emma, forever ago.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx6gr_Ch9x8 →
As if visualizing herself in a happy place would make up for 18 years of being afraid of the world.
“They got their mothers worked into a panic.
Sledding down hills into oncoming...”
– I was a kaleidoscope
“Children, don’t do what I have done.
I couldn’t walk so I tried to...”
– The Beatles
They would tell her that death was natural. That it would be okay now, because her suffering would end. But it wouldn’t be okay now, not at all. Because in a world where something that terrible could happen to someone so lovely, there wasn’t a whole lot of room left for hope. At least not right now.
In times like these I wish I could believe in God.
“And she was listening to the sound of Heavens shaking/
thinking about puddles,...”
ireadintothings:
And they say whatever you’re looking for will find you, once you stop looking for it. But will it? Really? Even if you don’t know what it is exactly?
Honestly,
kewina:
emmamoss:
all of this football mania makes me sick. If we could get this many people to care about something that actually mattered, maybe the world wouldn’t be such a fucked up place.
DAMN IT, KEVIN DO!
Honestly,
all of this football mania makes me sick. If we could get this many people to care about something that actually mattered, maybe the world wouldn’t be such a fucked up place.
WELL, this certainly isn’t good.
Some people just get you.
dear-adelene:
Nothing needs to be explained, and everything is completely understood.
The fact that she could walk right out the door in five months and never come back lent some kind of perverse comfort for her. She didn’t want that, but then again, she did. She needed to leave. She needed to leave and to try to be happy. This uncomfortable shell of a life wasn’t going to fit her forever. Eventually she would have to leave it behind.
That awkward moment when you don't know what to...
She began to realize it would probably be easier if she liked herself a little bit more.
k-m-p:
I don’t want to..
