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Hello people, yes i’m alive. basically, im doing an update blog entry because i can never remember to check in to here, yes obviously i dont post much anyways but i decided hey, its almost 5am…lets do a blog entry…. currently i am not sitting in my bed writing this
blog but I am on the couch of…
Today could have possibly been the worse day of my life..
Nothing happened, But today is when i realized that my life, is no longer like it once was.
Everything has changed, and at my Hands, too.
I can’t help feeling a little cheated.. i know you don’t tell me the whole story..
I really wish you wouldn’t have kissed me back. You gave me some stupid little hope that we could be together again.
How dumb am i?
I guess pretty stupid..
Did you know i kissed you to see if i still felt anything.. To see if those butterflys you gave me when we first met would still be there.
In the end.. i only ended up hurting myself…. Yet again.
boybydesign askedNot with you.. With how our relationship was..
When i think about us.. and us parting.. it makes me very sad.
When times were good, I felt like i was on cloud nine. When things where bad.. they were really bad. And the bad happened so much more then the good.
I love you… i will always love you.. and i will always be in love with what we had. If things were different..
You have no idea how bad i wish things were different..
I miss you already. I can’t imagine ”sam without steph” ..
Louise Bourgeois was reportedly a notorious hoarder. The artist, who died this year at the age of 98, accumulated all manner of tablecloths, napkins, clothing and bed linens — a lifetime’s worth of material, really — which she began to cut up and reassemble into “drawings” in the mid-1990s. The Fabric of Her Life | Louise Bourgeois at Hauser & Wirth - NYTimes.com, T Magazine
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Tyler Clementi
He was a 19 year old student at Rutgers University.
After his college roommate tweeted “roommate asked for the room till midnight. I went into Molly’s room and turned on my webcam. I saw him making out with a dude. Yay.”, he lived-streamed Tyler having…
I’m going to post it anyways.
Doesnt it suck when you realize what you used to have, and what you have now are two very different things? What happened to all that “happy-ending” bullshit. Why couldn’t we make it through?
Maybe it has somthing to do with how you mistreated me. Or all the lies you spoke.
maybe i knew i fell out of love with you, But just maybe, i cared about you too much to let you know.
For whatever reason.. I’m sorry it turned out this way. But i deserve to be happy.
I’m really fed up with seeing this on my dashboard.
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Love,
Taylor
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When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face
And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I’m
Content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
Well, You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
I’ve got a tight grip on reality
But I can’t
Let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream
Ohh—-
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
And I’m on my way to believing
Oh, And I’m on my way to believing
So I have a pretty high pain tolerance and this is still the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
On Monday morning I had to call 911 because my head literally felt like it was going to explode. I was brought into emerg, given morphine and gravol, and shortly after saw the doc. He asked me some…
IM SORRY MY VAGINA BROKE YOU BABBY!!!!!
I'm 19. I feel like I'm 30. Maybe i'm really a monster, Maybe it is what life has made me. This is it. This is my journey to find everything , including myself.
