March 2012
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I would cook you breakfast after a beautiful night of sin, adjust your coffee to your liking, wake you up with a brief text to meet me in the kitchen table that I prepared for you. But you see, darling, I don’t fall in love. I no longer know how to accumulate that feeling and that is why I won’t make this type of morning happen with you. My heart is stone cold but I never meant to...
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tofinallyreachtheshore asked: How are you?
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I have felt discomfort from people who comfort me by saying we are one and the same through my own trials and tribulations. No, we are not. I would never say that to mend your wounds. I don’t ask for you to decipher my brain to bits and pieces. I don’t ask for you to look at me differently, but mutual understanding would suffice. My problems are not puzzles for you to play with, it is for me...
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I can’t stand seeing certain people more than once per week. Sometimes they remind me how much I love being isolated than accompanied. My patience hangs by a thread for those who cannot separate themselves from their own ego.
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Anonymous asked: You'd make a good couple with the chick you reblogged. Your posts and hers are very similar.
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More than half the people in my father’s side have went through and still are facing depression, himself included. Could it be genetics or a streak of unfortunate mishaps or a generational curse? Is this side of the family fated to walk through such heavy downpours and hurricanes? To each his own, I don’t blame my burdens on them. And 3 of 18 of the adult men wake up and go to bed...
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I am in front of my house
My cell phone says 4AM, but time is non-existent to me. The sun hasn’t woken up yet to shower the earth of it’s beautiful rays of light— no, I haven’t woken up yet. I am standing in front of my house wearing my good old dirty white running shoes, faded dark blue jeans, a black zip up, and a black cap. Prepared to wander about I begin walking. I don’t know where to and...
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Anonymous asked: Sad, sad, sad. You had the perfect girl as well. Fucked up.
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Anonymous asked: i knew you in high school and its kinda sad to know that you think this way as opposed to how you used to be (judging from your archive). i hear you dont do anything, that you became a waste. Youre a very handsome guy so its sad that you came to be this way.
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What does it mean when all is lost but nothing is...
My grudges are for you to know, for me to wish for you to know, for you to see it weigh heavy on my chest everytime you cross my mind. 2.5 years is a lengthy period I cannot negotiate to refund, not even from you, beautiful stranger.
My grudges are from me and it is against myself, finding reasons to have you carry the burden, it is now for you. To relieve me you must tell me everything I need to...
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lilytrang asked: I hope you have been well, Jeff! (I think that is your name, unless it's Jeffreyo, then opps. :3) You seem out of it lately or maybe I'm just assuming too much, regardless, please have a wonderful day later ~
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I don’t know how, why, or when, but this is what I have waited for and it has been months. I have kept it in my prayers for quite a while and I’m granted to hold a tiny spec as it is enough to fulfill me of promising happiness. Encouraged to mend the shattered little pieces of me; I’m slowly recovering from my fall. Without an evident reason as to why my mind is clear enough to...
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They don’t feel like companions at an arms reach. Close in on each other’s minds while mine wanders to worlds apart. My anxiety grew to it’s highest, and small talk is currently viewed as a waste of time. A plethora of thoughts that aren’t any different from each other, but enemies fighting each other for total control of everything good that I harbor inside this fragile shelter of a brain. I take...
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Many types to choose from, yet I cannot grasp my...
As we continue to darken our lungs away with cigarettes between our fingers, giving each other enough time to transition our deepest thoughts into blurry articulate forms of speech, there was nothing to say. A million thoughts running through our minds, nothing was worth sharing. But out of that million there was one thing I wanted, but ceased, to express: Love. Not love in the essence of romance...
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Chained from my neck to my feet and my mind to my heart. I struggle to breathe. Motions portray no sense of life. Views have tainted, and my heart bleeds from the ongoing weight of the pressure. If I could go back in time and renounce this state as I could have mentally prevented it from happening, I would pick up these chains that keeps me and warp through in a heart beat. I would create that...
