May 2012
“There’s nothing you can say. There’s nothing you can do to feel...”
– daddy on death.
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I always fuck myself up.
I love myself. Everything about myself. My body, my thoughts, who I am, what I do. I love everything about my awesome self. I am great.
But there are other parts of me that burn me up inside. I hate me.
I get so sad. I can’t stop it.
I was doing pretty good. I was starting to get excited about college and prom and graduation and the summer.. But ever since Malls left… its been...
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Strangers that become friends become lovers then turn back into friends that turn into strangers.
The sandwich theory.
Except, there was no meat, no lettuce, and no cheese.
We were never lovers. Hardly even real “friends”.
I don’t know what to call any of this.
Don’t know how to feel. Don’t know what to think.
I know that you aren’t good at expressing your...
“You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...”
– Pan’s Labryrinth (via 24ribs)
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I just wanna be held.
Idk what I’m doing. Idk what to do.
Why do I feel so lost?
Why does this hurt so bad?
I can’t eat. I can’t speak. My eyes burn.
My stomach is in knots.
This can’t be life. This isn’t.
It can’t be.
Idk what’s happening right now.
My head is spinning..
I’m still waiting. I feel like I’ll be waiting until the end...
There is no God.
There’s only a universe that works in ways mysterious to us in order to achieve balance.
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Ardley Jamaal Fuqua: To the greatest fuck boy I've...
The greatest fuck boy to ever walk this Earth.
The greatest fuck boy to ever call me a fuck boy.
You are a part of me.
Took me to my first comedy clubs. You played basketball with me even though I suck. Brought me my first banana flavored Snapple. You introduced me to sketchy ass moonshine and we made fake ass lean. You’re the reason my William Patterson audition went so well.
We were...
Watch-dimy:
omfg
Tumblr isn't the kind of thing you do via iPhone...
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Part Un.
Someday, we will love.
Unexpectedly. Like waves startling a bed of seashells.
Unnoticed. Like zephyrs sweeping august streets.
Someday we will love.
Even those holding on by a thread, ready to let go and descend into the valleys of rock bottom and oceans of hope no more; someday, they too shall love.
It’s the only way that lives survive in this ugly place we call ‘The...
