Roll Over & Play Dead

Naomi Ysabel, created in the most bizzare place in the universe. junior. 226 months of living, never been loved, legal, no one's first choice and a hopeless romantic. I get ideas from daydreaming. It's my hobby.

[inevitable-event-blog]

[blindthoughts]

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[felluna]

I want to explore you The deepest cut, the first scar Sweaty palms to your cold fingertips Always will, always be

I want to meet new people The one I can write about Mysteries waiting to be unfold Awkward silence

I want to sing old songs That keep me young And unafraid

I want to be loved like her Apple of the eye Inches from you Closest be

I want to write books not a sad story No to cancerous love affair My memoirs with you

In another life, maybe?

[felluna]

[felluna]

This is where we leave you

Because, Naomi you are a selfish bitch who doesn’t know how to treasure people. You always take them for granted. You use them for your own plans. You do not deserve positive people around you. You will die alone without us.

[felluna]

Attention please

It was the question that broke the ice and slowly it melted and turned to water longing and touching the friction another liquid comes and comes and comes

This time its different you are no longer innocent this time its just lust, you wanted more but its just not it, she is not her and she is with you

Can you please stop typing now? get this present I have for you, come here or I'll come to you jfehkhnfjwbvjbFf efjfkjfe

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[felluna]

Because when a lovebird dies, his mate will never be the same again.

Its been almost a year.

And I’m still missing you, lolo. Not a single day passed without me thinking how you are up there. How I wish you were still here, I bet everything will be different.

She’s been in and out of the hospital since then, although she’s regaining some strength now, I know her body still weakens each day. I’ve been keeping a positive mood every time I’m around her but its like she has this force field that I cannot get into. Oh how I miss her cooking, now she can’t stay inside the kitchen for too long, her Bistek doesn’t have that zing I used to taste. Her laughter every time I tickle her turned into a distemper. Its like she’s given up on life, and I can’t changed it back. Even the house feels so eerie, its like a blackhole sucking me more into a deep sadness.Its slowly devouring me, I miss her like I miss you. Everyday, I do.

Despite that, I’ll still try and keep her smiling. I will, I promise.

Merry Christmas!

[pokec0re]

[meme4u]

[sheikrezah]

Live fast die young bad cats do it well

[felluna]

Although I stopped pursuing you.

We still managed to be friends, we still talk in the wee hours of the morning, ranting about life and how our happy our exes are now. Actually this made me think that you were a little bit perfect for me. You were this person who appreciated the littlest things, even the first time when you tried to guess what blend of coffee I like, and you end up getting me a cookie instead because you remembered I hate the taste of that bitter drink. "Oyeah, masyado ka na nga palang bitter, you don't need coffee" Of all friends, you were also the one who is down for all, I can still remember when we sneaked that late evening, I can still remember how you drive while singing JB's songs and the wind brushing through your hair.

Despite that, I hated the perfection. I was the girl that needed challenge, (or maybe I got used to being hurt and having that hopeless love) I wasn’t just sure.

Although you were probably the right one, it was just to good to be true.

I guess you will always be my although.

[felluna]

She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart, and  said: come on now, let’s fix this mess. We could get better because we’re not dead yet.

[ponderingcomplications]

Some days I am open to the world before me, my heart is its to wound, my skin is its to scar,

some days I am a mountain that cannot be moved, I am resolute in my solitude, I do not bow to the wind.

Some days I am a forest with trees that sway, sometimes I am at peace with the darkness below the surface, sometimes the sunlight reaches it,

Some days I am the sea waging my wars against the shoreline, sometimes I take pieces with me when I go, sometimes I return them with gentle hands, and sometimes I break with the waves and cave in upon myself.

This world sighs against my skin, I feel it whisper into my heart, “I am hurting, I am hurting”

It beats in reply - “I know, I know”.

[felluna]

I just hate it when I'm being deconstructed and exaggeratedly generalized by other people. I don't know what to feel actually. Can't blame it all in the drug and alcohol that you took, really can't blame it on you.

I'm mad by how I even got to this point. They say that you need to get to know yourself first before even getting to know other people, but for me, its causing trouble even more. I guess, sometimes the lesser you know about yourself is better.

I'll just blame it on me.

[lizzystewartdiary]

[filosofodemierda]

Every🕑

[blindthoughts]

x

[felluna]

I’ve always loved sleeping on the floor, there’s something charming, sometimes, about a bed that sits on the floor. I don’t know why, and I certainly don’t think that it’s inherently telling. but it often gives the impression that maybe a person doesn’t have their shit completely together. but I like that.

[noonecanhelpmebutyou]

[quieoramisentoinfinito-deactiva]

[felluna]

I know everything about closed doors one to many, have been shut pick lock did no good left a blister in my hand

Too many windows opened it ain't just right a dirty mat is still better than a blurry pane

Where should I go