The only regret in my life is that I said a "sorry" while they deserved a "fuck off".
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The only regret in my life is that I said a "sorry" while they deserved a "fuck off".
In the name of Love, Katie Maria
( @heavensghost )
I know I can't make everyone happy, but it still feels like shit to get the sense that people think what I did was wrong.
Unless something happened that I don't know about, it would be cool if that would stop happening.
I don't know what anyone expected me to do when someone said they genuinely want my help.
This is like a scab that keeps getting picked at and broken open.
As much as I’m hoping I’m wrong here, I’m 99% sure Rufioh is going to die.
I’m not going to say that to his face though because that might psych him out and that could make matters worse. At least he has his girlfriend for back up.
I wonder if people think they can't tell me "no" or something.
Which is funny because "no" is what I'm most accustomed to. Ha.
The green feels sickening. It’s too fresh, too raw for the world around it. Flowers bloom against their will and dry up in the sunlight, but no matter how many times it happens, they always come back, brighter than ever. He feels the sunlight on his face and for the first time, he sees the golden light, the warm rays waving through the air and soaking into him, the flowers in his hair growing brighter. The stems strengthen, and he takes a deep breath. It’s not a deep forest like he’s always dreamed of having, but he’ll carry his little garden around with him for as long as it takes to grow
if you want to run away, i know a good place where the flowers bloom everytime you breathe
We will make a home so soft and warm that all the atrocities of the past will stay at the door. We will laugh and we will heal and we will curl together so tight that no one will ever touch us again.
like a splinter stuck soul-deep that burns and bleeds and scratches at you from inside, like static grain scraping away at the underside of your skin
There comes a time in your life where you have to let go of who you thought you were supposed to be and instead work to make the most of the person you actually are and the life you actually have.
Burning into a husk of myself from my own rage, becoming a shell of myself to simply survive. If not for my rage I would have stopped moving; even so it feels as though my bones are becoming lead.
I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me
There's something terrible boiling bubbling under my skin ready to burst out of my chest but I'm a chill guy
I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me
There's something terrible boiling bubbling under my skin ready to burst out of my chest but I'm a chill guy
There’s destroying the things that bind us to the cruelest parts of being and there’s destroying the people attached to them and claiming it’s for their own good.
I want to help people, not hurt them. How much good have I ever really done by letting loose my temper at someone? How much good has it done me to let that temper loose on whoever stoked it? Next to none. And I always question if it’s ever worth it. It feels like it’s not.
More often than not I find myself having to apologize.
If I have to apologize for my anger, then where’s the benefit in embracing it?