shesayshesaid-deactivated201208 asked: Hiiiisssssssssss
Hey :D how have you been girly? How’s Alice? (:
People have their own views on what is bad growing up.. I, personally, have been through fucking hell.. Everyone I love is either gone or fading away.. I have the biggest heart out of anyone. I just keep losing people. Will it ever end? No. Why? Because it’s the life style that I’ve chosen to live. I don’t like it but it’s the only thing I know. I’m always the bad person but my heart is so big. I’m there for people when they need me. I give so much to everyone and I get spit in the face by those who supposedly care the most. Well you know what? Fuck you! I’m done being nice. All anyone ever does is take take take!!! I’m sick of it!!!!
The bullshit doesn’t ever end… I’m done! Switching to “not giving a fuck” mode.. Fuck it!
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You’re my one and only. My light and dark. My heart and soul. My life and death.
The stars that grace the night sky. The sun upon my face. The music in my song. The touch of my skin. The spark in my eyes. The shine in my life.
I love you more than words could ever explain, more than any word that can come off my lips. You are my everything.
I would go to hell and back, just to find you. I would go to the end of the world, just to kiss you. I would go to the end of the sky, just to touch you.
You are mine, as I am yours.
Will I forever be alone?
Will there ever be a moment when I don’t have to struggle?
This bullshit keeps consuming my life..
Taking a hold of me in it’s clutches.
A master of puppets.
The inevitable reality of deceit.
May a day come when I no longer have to deal..
The pain inside, I try to hide.
A smile, a laugh.
When I want so much as to cry..
I hide but slowly die.
I’m a great big mess.
Why expect less?
Broken at best…
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
As opposed to my robot memory?
I cherish every star to light the Earth in darkness.
I cherish every flaw, imperfection, if you will, about you..
Because it is you.
And I don’t want anyone else.
All your imperfections are perfect, in my eyes.
Should that not be love,
Then there is not a definition of what love truly is.
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