May 2012
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shootinglemons replied to your post: I hate holding back. Trouble is something I do not…
Can I just relate everything to PhilJess? :P :))
Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize that post IS perfect for the fandom. :mindblown:
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I hate holding back. Trouble is something I do not want, but I can’t stop these words from spilling from out between my teeth, slipping through my outstretched fingers.
I love your eyes. I love your smile. And I love the way your arms feel around my shoulders.
These things, yes, I keep barred. Others, I shouldn’t. But I must. One word, then another tumbles out, then so many more, until I am...
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People say you’re unintelligent if you’re angry while debating something or having an intelligent discussion with someone else.
I say, if you’re stone-cold, unemotional, and factual during a debate, then you’re useless. It just makes you look like a know-it-all who doesn’t actually know anything (though this may not be the case, but you are presented that way).
Where’s your passion? Where’s your...
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Title: Whatever It Takes (Live @Walmart...
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Toxic People it is Best to Avoid
onlinecounsellingcollege:
1. The “Volcano”: This person carries around a lot of anger just under the surface. Sooner or later the volcano is going to blow, spewing hot lava all over you. Their rage is always out of proportion to what’s happening to them. You’ll end up walking around on eggshells, when what you need to do is just walk away.
2. The “Charmer”: otherwise known as a sociopath. This...
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The lightning shines through the navy night sky illuminating the empty streets for the lonely souls who still continue to wander at 2 am. The thunder seems to infiltrate through my bones, making them jump with excitement. The sound fills up my ears, my soul, and it remains in my chest. The late summer breeze flows through my hair, and through my clothes. The rain slowly begins to descend from the...
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Sometimes I get frustrated because the words in my lexicon limit the amount of emotion I can communicate to others.
In other words, words are not and never will be enough.
The words we know influence how we think and communicate to other human beings. However, when indescribable emotion enters into frame, words fail because there is nothing quite literal enough to describe a feeling, a fleeting...
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20 Signs You’re Dating The Wrong Person by Mila Jaroniec
You constantly have that tape-over-mouth feeling with them — you either feel silenced, misunderstood, or like you’re somehow approximating what you mean to say no matter how hard you try to just say it.
You suspect they like hearing the sound of their own voice more than they like hearing yours.
Their #1 project in life is your...
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It’s horrible being reminded of someone who doesn’t care about you by the smallest things in life. It gives you a desperate sinking feeling, like you’re drowning and holding one hand above the water and the person you want to rescue you by just acknowledging you and paying you some respect doesn’t. So you’re screaming a silent scream and your words are drowning with you. And all this time that...
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Brushing teeth at the same time, giving back kisses, forehead kisses, hipbone handlebars, collarbones, showering together but washing the other, secret sleepovers, the way you twitch before you fall asleep, mine, always personal, pinky on the inside, back tickles, you making me food, curls lots of curls, green on the outside, taller than me, hands on the small of my back, passion, complete,...
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Fuck is the poetic expression of the unsayable soul. It contains multitudes within itself, as though every human thought of extreme can be uttered succinctly within its four definite letters which will not be uttered here, for this speaker is not attempting to broach a higher sense of being within the lines of this simple stanza or paragraph.
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I’m not going to lie; I feel incredibly stupid writing this. At this point in my life, you are nonexistent. Well, existent, but not yet to me, at least as far as I know.
The point is that sometimes I’ll catch myself wondering exactly how it’ll happen. The emotional stampede of certainty/confusion/happiness/heart wrenching pain that accompanies falling in love with someone so entirely.
I wonder...
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
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045. Tea, coffee, and the pseudo-elitist image...
Five years ago, I was sure coffee shops are the new McDonald’s. Every mall I’ve been to has at least two Starbucks. Greenbelt’s facade is still lined up with cafés. Teenagers spend their allowances buying frappes and cheesecakes. Buying a cup or two of those overpriced beverages seals a person’s elitist status. According to those people, at least. Fast forward to today and...
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I sip on intricacies that I thought I lost in my runaways. I try to hide the fact that I can see you everywhere, that I could be twelve million miles away and trace your echoes still. I wish and miss for the days I could pluck out a laugh from you. Now I just catch the leftovers that everyone else resonates. I thought I was a mountain, but maybe I am just the wind. Easily lost and easily unseen. I...
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And when it rains, the drops carry your name inside of them. They lightly tap at my window, reminding me of you with each little sound. They reflect your face and the gray skies remind me of days we spent inside this bed, arms and legs intertwined. My hair a mess and you’re wearing your old high school shirt. We ate when we want to and drift in and out of sleep. I woke up with your lips all over...
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044. The never ending chain (or circle) of dislike
I’m one of the most socially-inept human being to walk on the face of this planet. Heck, I have a general dislike for any social activity that will require me to leave my bed. Most of my pet peeves involve people I encounter everyday and their undeniably annoying habits.
Being a commuter, I have to bear with inescapable socialization all the time. Yet, this hasn’t stopped me from...
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Travelling is just a euphemism for escape. We have this idea in our heads that if we see as much as we possibly can, our problems will be forgotten in the empty spaces we leave behind. The heart longs to explore. But as long as we travel, no roots will grow. Nothing can tie you down. Your mind may expand but so shall your loneliness that settles in the dark atriums of your heart. Nothing is quite...
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EVERY FUCKING CLASSIC ROCK...
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I wish you could just take pain, put it in a box and ship in to the depths of the ocean.
I hate to be in it. I hate to see anyone in it.
Matter of fact any type of sadness or negativity I just want to get rid of it, but I guess that would defeat its purpose. Throw off our balance. Through pain we grow. Through pain we get better. Through pain we learn to love more.
At least I know I do.
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Title: Balisong Artist: Rivermaya Album: Between...
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I just can’t keep up with the speeding cars and flashing lights. And the way I felt that night with the black sky and the blended road. All I ever needed was some time to myself, but some times too much time is all the time I need to break down more than just barriers, and rebuild in a way that may or may not be so encouraging. It was those summers down by the beach, and the mornings spent...
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