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FuckAllTheBitches ❤️

@foodexpole18

I like my women the way I like my men..bisexual
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I will always envy that girl who has her guy tucking her hair behind her ears. That girl who has her hands held in a crowded place. That girl who has her smile on her face all day. That girl who has her lips kissed when she’s sad. That lucky girl who often hear i love yous and i miss yous. That girl who is always appreciated and loved. That girl who knows how it feels to be surprised by the one. I want to be that girl..

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We thought we had it all for the longest time; we thought the passion in our hearts would be enough to sustain us. So we stayed together with our eyes closed and let our emotions guide us through each day, but life forced them to open. And once they did, we saw the situation for what it really was. I was fire and you were water, what we wanted out of this journey called life simply didn’t match up. All we would amount to in the end was steam. In the end, love just wasn’t enough.

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I know you don’t drink coffee But sometimes I imagine us cozied up on the couch (you’re really cute when you’re comfortable) near the fireplace watching your favorite movies legs tangled and hands wrapped around (each other) a mug sipping slowly savoring the moment I know you don’t drink coffee but everything that makes me feel safe and warm reminds me of you

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If you are one to write the universe If your mind is an ocean If you are an endless horizon You may know what I’m talking about. In ordinary conversations when the person you’re talking to is speaking about the weather or events full of white noises Your mind turns into a vast emptiness as the person’s voice fades away For some reason you start to see every atom of that person’s eyes. You turn around and see lifeless objects moving, tiny particles everywhere of the walls and the ceiling, In your mind you see each component of every object you see through the floors, and below to the core of the earth you see through the ceiling, seeing each air particle up to the earth’s atmosphere Then you pinch yourself and the distorted reality falls back into place as you come back to the physical world. If you are one to feel too deep for your own good If you are one to see too much for your own good If you are one to find beauty in the walls you build around you You may know what I’m talking about. You sit alone while the world is laughing in happiness You feel detached while everyone else is closely knit together They try to make you smile so you try to do so For some reason the person trying to ‘help’ you despite standing right in front of you seems to be standing two glass walls in front of you. You reach out to connect but the first glass door blocks you. The person in front of the glass walls begins to feel uncomfortable in your mind-bending silence. So you push harder and smash the first wall with a tiny “hi” that you’ve managed to articulate. You feel like you’ve made a giant leap you burst in fireworks inside. Unbeknownst to you the person on the other side starts to see you as an inanimate object. Then it dawns on you that the person is walking away. So you sit between two glass walls, one to the happiness of reality and the other to the cosmos of your own mind. I read it somewhere that creative people are prone to depression I read it somewhere that creative people are prone to loneliness And it makes sense because if your mind is a universe, an ocean, and a horizon, Things you will sense while standing inside the vast space of your mind are emptiness, fulfilment, silence, screams, serenity, and storm There is a fine line between creativity and insanity So raise your glasses for the times you’ve wondered if you were insane for the times you’ve wondered if you really were the person staring back at you in the mirror for the times when you felt the screams of loneliness in the midst of thunders of crowds for the times when you felt the cries banging at your heart as you gazed into the vast canvas of stars at night. There is no doubt we are walking on the sidelines of the status quo There are two extremes while the norm is in the middle. And in our stable state when we are outside of our minds living in the mundane we are in the middle. The extreme to the right is the good The extreme to the left is the evil and you can be both when you’re creating light or darkness If you are one to write the universe If your mind is an ocean If you are an endless horizon You know exactly what I’m talking about.

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I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.

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davids-harbour

imagine having masculinity so fragile, that you complain about other men playing a video game 

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00dani

imagine caring about your man card

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You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.

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kalclark

This isn’t going to change what happened. I don’t care. He killed my mom.

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I was sixteen years old, crying on my bedroom floor the night he left me. My heart ached: my lungs struggled to breathe, and every bone of mine rattled at the thought of him with her. I didn’t sit there sobbing into a bowl of ice cream, whilst listening to our old favourite song, like they do in movies - I lay curled on the floor, holding my fragile bones together scared that I might fall apart. I knew that losing him wasn’t even going to be the worst part of all this - it would be losing myself.

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