MAKE IT SOMETHING SHORT AND SOMETHING SWEET
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I hate this!
I fucking hate this!
All they ever do
Is try to keep you from me
They don’t like me
And I know it.
I defied them
And so they don’t like me.
They don’t let you talk to me
They keep your communications
Away from you, off
You talked for more than 30 minutes?
So what?!
How the fuck does that correlate
Into you not talking to me tonight
I can cry all night about it
Wonder what I can do to change it
But if you’ve gone this far
This long a time
With promises made to you
That were changed and never kept
Then how do I know that I’ll ever have a chance?
How do I know that I am worth it?
I still wish everything away.
I wish it were all gone
And I was in a slumber
And everyone who’d ever hurt me
Felt it was their fault
And the only way out of it
Was if you’d rescue me
And they’d be sorry
And they’d want to be good to me
To make me feel like…
The world revolved around me
It wouldn’t
But they would want me to feel like that
I don’t want to feel like that though
I just want you and me
And if I can’t have that—
Then I choose to not leave my room
Until I can have that
If I can’t have that—
I choose the slumber.
Not permanent,
But the numbness like it
Because endless sleep would be horrible
The nightmares would be horrible
And sometimes
I feel like the numbness
Is something I’ve learned to live with
And I have
Because I never chose it
I only grew to accept
If I were to choose one thing that would ultimately destroy mankind—
It would be emotions.
Sleeping Beauty
Do you ever just want everything to disappear?
To just crumble away to shades of grey
Until there’s nothing but numb darkness?
I want to fall into that slumber
I want to fall in and not wake up
Until I am in your arms in our own little place
Away from the world and its hazards
Those dangers that rip your heart out
In middle of the street
But no one sees you lie down and give up inside
No one sees you weep
They don’t notice the clench of your chest
The rise and fall of declining breath in your breast
They can’t feel the pit in your stomach
Churning and boiling like a whirlpool in a lake
They can’t feel the emptiness
The one that floods your soul
I know it’s you that’s missing
I just need you here to make me whole
What I wouldn’t do to own almost every single one of these
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tah prom temples, cambodia
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- me: tumblr is so depressing.
- me: there's a cute relationship i'll never have
- me: food i can't make
- me: why can't i be that pretty
- me: I WANT THOSE CLOTHES
- me: wow just bring up those old feelings, thanks
- me: why do i even come on here??
- me: scroll
- me: scroll
- me: ooo reblogging that
Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.
I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.
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Most. Emotional. Episode. Ever. T-T
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This makes me think of our anniversaries :3
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