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I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life
not risking it
sooooooo idk whats happened to me but i feel like some people are treating me like i’m a different and that’s making me question who i am bc now i’m not even sure. I feel so extra annoying and like i’m over reacting on things that don’t matter and i feel so stupid. i don’t even know what to think of any situation at the moment. i feel so over the top, i feel so clingy. i keep breaking my own heart, i’m still the reason i’m losing friends. i just c ant deal with being around myself right now. :(
To Kill a Mockingbird
Scout: I wonder who's leaving us these gifts on Boo Radleys property outside Boo Radleys house in Boo Radleys tree right in front of Boo Radleys gate
Scout:
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Scout: I bet it's miss Maudie
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the thought of someone starring at you during class and looking away when you catch them, the thought of someone smiling to themselves when they catch a glimpse of you, the though of them looking for you in a crowd, the thought of them wishing you where there for there big event, the thought of someone miss you or just waiting for the time you get to spend together, or the though of someone getting butterflies in their stomach, just like you do when you are about to hang out together
these are the things that make me want to love
one night i felt so happy because i felt like this was going somewhere
but the next day i started to doubt it, i had no reason to but i did.
This is where i begin to change, this is where i need to fix myself, this is the
time where is get it right i want to make it right. I want to be able to actually
love someone and not tun into someone i’m not.
It hurts when you realize your so bad at love,
that the things people in your last relationship said you where doing wrong
are major part of relationships.
When these things are so hard to over come and no matte how hard you try
and no matter how well you think you are doing, you can be knocked down.
You give your love and so much of it but you scare yourself just in case they
don’t want to deal with how bad you are at loving, you get scared of the
judgement people give, you are killing the love before it was even there to being
with. - B
Me irl
i use to be so sad and hated my life so much. i am glad i have changed
I hate that you take everything from me, I can never have anything to myself, all of my favourite things become yours and I'm sick of it.
I think I've found someone who is so comfortable to talk with and be around, how ever no matter how much I try to force myself into falling in love, I think ill always just love him so much as a friend because no matter what we always seem to patch our friendship up.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.
Stephen Chbosky - The perks of being a wallflower (via hena-dhe-dielli)
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