"Forever Dreamer"

Male, twenty-something. This blog is mostly about my writings, random ones most of the time. I love the stars, the moon and the ocean. users online

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Loving you is awful is waking up without you at my side; it’s bitter, like green tea with no sugar; Loving you is painful, means picking on a wound over and over again; it’s eternal, struggling to breath and not cry your name; it’s walking on the street without holding your hand; Loving you is impossible, like building our castle with the ashes of my burnt heart; it’s delusional, Loving you is pointless, like standing under the rain and expecting not to get wet, it’s spilling out words as if they somehow showed the way home.

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Hubo alguna noche en la que pensé jamás olvidarte, Días de abril con sabor a tener que hablarte, Pero el tiempo pasa y con él mi costumbre de pensarte, Sonrío y te pienso pero ya sin necesidad de amarte.

El único té es el de mi taza. (via alemaho)

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To the stars

On dark nights I like to stare at the stars they seem to answer my unspoken questions; give me strength to fight my deepest fears; share some rays of hope even when everything feels lost. Sometimes I find myself following them due north not really hoping but trusting for something bigger than myself.

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I wonder

A shy smile upon my face and a fading pair of black eyes growing fainter and fainter until the soul burns out; no heavenly choir, but a song, the one you played every morning of every day, paradise’s not black or white or gold but all the colors blended beautifully. I wonder in what sizes do regrets come; is it not saying I love you so? I wonder if you really start living until the moment you start to die.

[electric-firefly]

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[jomatthews-blog]

The fact of the matter is that that Glalie could indeed be a female.<3

[sexedplus]

I think there are some really important discussions to have about why disclosing aspects of personal identity can be challenging but important for all kinds of people, why the concept of “coming out” has appealed at times to a wide variety of groups (including people who are poly or kinky, sex workers, people with HIV, atheists, and people with mental illness), and why other groups using that language can be harmful to people in the LGBT and queer communities. But it’s going to take me some time to really be able to address all that.

In the meantime, I also think it’s worthwhile to focus specifically on the coming out experiences of people who are LGBTQIA. Of course, these experiences can vary a lot too. There are some differences between coming out about sexual orientation and coming out about gender identity, for example. And even two people who identify the same way may face pretty different challenges in their individual lives. I do believe, however, that there is a certain commonality shared specifically by these groups.

[worldsingers]

this one doesn’t have kinky reblog it

[megaditto]

Smash Bros. Giveawaway!

Since it’s Christmas, I figured I’d put together a little giveaway!

I’ll be giving away a copy of Smash Bros. Wii U, and a couple of amiibos. 

One person will receive a copy of the game, along with one amiibo of their choice

Two other people will each receive one amiibo of their choice

For a chance to win, simply just like and/or reblog this post.

I’ll be using a random number generator to choose the winner, so everyone has an equal chance of winning!

Additional notes:

- For obvious reasons, you must be okay with giving me an address so that I can send your prize

- Giveaway blogs will not be eligible to win

- ANYONE can enter. It doesn’t matter where you live. England, America, Australia, etc. etc.

Giveaway ends on Sunday 28th December, 14:00 GMT (UK)

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CHANGE TO THE GIVEAWAY

I’m also going to add another prize of a 3DS copy of Smash Bros, because why not.

[surprisebitch]

i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me

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Sun is hiding And I’m lighting The thousandth cigarette of the day Exageration, but it feels that way The grasp in your hand Wishing for it to never end You smile but also cry In that moment life seems fine.

Heart is darkening Life is slipping away And away I inhale Exhale my soul And...

[delicatepoetry]

you’ll regret me like the tattoos on your skin 3.18.14

[screenshotgod]

DEEP

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OH MY GOD

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HOLY

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Of crescent moons and happy thoughts

Crescent moons That smile at you And shine so bright You can see through Every little thing. Maybe magic Maybe peace. I see your face when I close my eyes. Embrace the moonlight kiss Wishing it could come Straight from your lips.

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Of dull smiles and broken mirrors

Today I met a boy Whose smile seem dull And his eyes were painted A deep black, Bold, The kind that intimidated Someone else’s soul. But this boy Was unaware Of all the impact That he made. Not once he stop To wonder why Everyone just stopped But then went by.

But mirrors will never show In between lines Just that dull smile And the deep black bold He thought it was pretty.

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Of past perfect and present progressive

I once read somewhere That your first love is like no other. And then someone told me That if you have to choose It gets easier if you have nothing to lose. Truth is that you’re gone My mind knows something must be done. So I decide on the here The now that makes me smile Even if it only lasts for a couple of seconds, for a little while.

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Of wishing and things that don't make sense

Day by day I feel haunted By all those things I’ve ever wanted Freedom, peace, love, you. If only wishes would come true. I’d blow million candles Hiked the world in search of shooting stars Throw my change in all the fountains in sight Wait for the eleven-eleven every night. I would do that and more Just to have you again Or at the very least To numb away the pain.

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Pokémon Platinum Appreciation Post

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Of midnight coffees and broken dreams

"Just do it," My mind kept pushing So I drove away With a pauper direction And an open mind. There’s something about The story of a stranger Or maybe just The way they smile. Their eyes who can’t give in To the lies Eventually unveiling their struggle. And as you listen And take a sip of your coffee You realize not everything Not everyone is as they seem. We are all complex Made of broken pieces and broken dreams.