Tis the marvel of thy self's passion awakend through stories, songs, and scripts, but of course.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
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MASSIVE MASSIVE GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!
So basically i cleaned up my closet and i found alot of clothes that don’t fit me anymore and i just don’t like them anymore.. And at my school we get a apple mac for our education/schooling, when I already had one..since im too lazy to sell it all on ebay… im doing another giveaway :)
Giveaway includes -
1 apple mac, worth $1,500
1 pair of black and white vans, worth $90
1 pair of highwaisted shorts
1 pair of army boots
3 skirts, 1 black, 1 marroon/red & 1 flowery
1 navy blue varsity jacket
4 tops, 1 america, 1 blue n white striped, 1 marron seethrough, 1 flowery belly top
1 hat
2 necklaces, 1 cross, 1 aquamarine beaded
1 versace bright crystal perfume, worth $150 dollars
2 nailpolishes, 1 aquamarine, 1 silver sparkly
1 cross ring
1 pair of frilly white socks
All these clothing are sized to fit S - MREBLOG HOW MANY TIMES YOU WANT
AND I SHIP WORLDWIDE
Winner will be picked by a online generator
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this ends on march 31th.
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Sometimes I just want to slay you. But then I realize that then you’d be dead and I’d have no one to talk to.
Looking For Alaska by John Green (via fish-bowllife)
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Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The water I drink, the air I breathe would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
