May 2012
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The Frenemy.: On Saying What You Mean →
thefrenemy:
If I counted the amount of times I went without saying how I really felt on my hands, I could simply clasp my hands over my mouth and let the 1,000 other phantom fingers float somewhere in space.
Funny enough, it goes without saying how much I really don’t really say anything at all. Ever. If…
November 2011
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i know i am not a one hundred percent good person. i lie, but usually only to protect other people fom being hurt, i steal, but only when the shop assistants are rude to me, & i cut people out of my life, but only when they push me to the point where i feel this is my only choice. but i have never done any of these things to you & yet somehow i know you don’t even care.
October 2011
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“You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to...”
– T. E. Lawrence (via bloodisthenewblackk)
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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is there anything better than awaking to find you just don’t care anymore? about him/her/the company, the so so called best friend. those feelings, that usually consume your every thought, 24/7/365 have vanished and you are left with a kind of confidence in indifference. however short lived, relish this moment.
“Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy – but...”
