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Dear who ever gets to love him after me

Dear who ever gets to love him after me,

Hi, I don't know if you know me but I have a few things I need to say.

Don't take his love for granted. In fact, don't take him for granted, he is one of the sweetest, and more amazing people you will ever get the chance to love. Don't mess it up. never. Don't treat him like everyone else does. Don't let him feel like he doesn't matter. Be aware, his parents consistently make him feel like shit. He is convinced that he is everything that they say he is, he is convinced he is everything bad anyone has ever said about him, but he's not. He is so much better, remind him of that, he won't believe you but it helps.

If you don't love him, every bit of him, if you don't love the way he makes people commit suicide on GTA when he is bored, or the way he reacts when he sees weird or funny things. If you don't love the way he holds you, if you don't love all the comedy he introduces you to, and the way he rocks out to music in the car, then please please please don't pretend to. Because he is far to precious. He out of everyone does not deserve that.

Signed, Me

[modestmelody-blog]

It was the moment in which I realized that I didn't care how fast I was driving, I didn't care how fast I sped up. The moment that I realized I stopped being precautionary when I drive, the moment I stopped caring how far the on coming car was, that I would go anyway. I wanted them to hit me, I wanted to die, or be close to it. I wanted to see who would be there, who would actually care. But I also didn't want to be here.

My everyday writing in class #4

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Her hair fell graciously down her back, a third of it pulled over each shoulder. If you studied her hard enough you could see each of her insecurities as she adjusted her hair every five minutes. You could see them, but only if you studied. If you noticed them you couldn't see why she had them. Her curls were naturally perfect, you see them fall back and just can see so much beauty. But the way her brown eyes lit up every time she talked about something she was excited about. The way she could get anyone to smile if she wanted, you saw that in her and just wanted her to have it. I never understood why she didn't know it, because she held the beauty of the universe in her hands.

My everyday writings in class #3

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Love isn't about not seeing someone's flaws. It's not love when you don't see flaws. It's love when you see every single flaw. When you see the way their nose is a little off to this left side of their face, how they make mistakes, and do goofy things all the time. Love is when you see how messed up their hair is when they wake up in the morning, or a make-up less face. Love is when you can see and identify all these things but still love every single bit and piece of them.

My everyday writings in class #2

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I wish I was the moon, for it gets to see people in their most peaceful state. The state in which there isn't a worry in the world. I wish I was the moon, for it is never alone. There are always animals, wind, and clouds, howling, and whistling their love at the moon. I wish I was the moon, for the moon is forever at peace.

My everyday writings in class 

[modestmelody-blog]

No I don't have favorite colors. But when I hear the word blue, I think of your eyes. When I hear the word favorite color I think of your eyes. Because when it comes down to it your eyes are my favorite. I don't do favorites cause it makes me feel like I am leaving things out. But your eyes, your eyes are my favorite. Only your eyes can change me like this.

[the-bluespirit]

LOOK AT THAT FACE

LOOK AT THAT FACE RIGHT AFTER HE COMES UP ON STAGE

AND HIS PEERS ARE GIVING HIM A STANDING OVATION

[abacot]

[iammyfather]

Yet he is the one they “Debunked” until the Photographer had to step in and say “Yes I took those pictures and yes that IS Bernie.”

[legendaryshayne-deactivated2019]

Lmfaoing that’s wtf I said

[modestmelody-blog]

Beauty and the beast

They should make a twisted plot where beauty(Belle), is the beast.

[c0ffeekitten]

Tfw you’re already super anxious and then the person who sexually abused you for YEARS shows up and you have to pretend to be friends with them and then they act all sad when you refuse to hug them???? BRUH. I’M NOT A KID ANYMORE. YOU CAN’T GUILT-TRIP ME INTO GIVING YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT. I CAN AND WILL BREAK YOUR NOSE.

[modestmelody-blog]

I hate that I understand this

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He is my home

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I feel like you realize you're not okay, when you realize it's been a week and it hurts to wake up, because you spend all your time sleeping, and when you do wake up you realize you went to sleep because you didn't want to be awake, let alone alive.

[modestmelody-blog]

Have you ever been so sexually attracted to someone that you began to think you were catching.... feelings.. 

[modestmelody-blog]

Have you ever been at home laying in bed, and thought you really want to go home? But then realized you are at home... Which leads to you thinking about what home really is.. then it hits you, home isn't where you are, home has become a person. You're at home with them, not in your house in bed...

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Why I don’t date people I go to school with

Because it’s all really cool, it’s awesome, you love it. You get to see the person you love all the time, you memorize each other’s classes, you walk each other to class, and hug and kiss before school and between classes, you walk the other to the bus, or their car, you spend lunch together, you get to hold hands. It’s all amazing, until it’s not. Until you lose that person, until you break up. Because then you end up hurting, instead of walking them to class you watch them walk away from you, instead of greeting each other in the morning with a kiss you pretend like you don’t see them. Instead of holding hands you walk your friends to class. Instead of eating lunch together you don’t eat, you can’t eat, instead you walk. Instead of walking them to their bus or car you watch as they leave and try your best not to break down. Because you have lost your world, and now you have to watch them.

[modestmelody-blog]

It’s that moment when you look into your own eyes, and you don’t believe your own smile that you realize that you’re not going to be okay, no matter how many times you try to say you are

[modestmelody-blog]

I found my coffee cup from when you came over last, I don’t want to look at it, but I want to leave it. I don’t want anything to change from the last time you touched it, because even if it changes it erases all traces of you...