Mogar

"They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth. " - George R.R. Martin

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[perrfectiontheory]

Everything i touch turns to stone | via Tumblr on We Heart It. https://weheartit.com/entry/61715164/via/elifLovesMusic

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[aliakbar007]

Then you slowly recall all your mind Why, your soul’s gone cold, and all hope has run dry Dead inside Never enough to forget that you’re one of the lonely Slowly recall all your mind

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[lastnightofsadness]

Now that I’ve lost you it kills me to say I tried to hold on, as you slowly slipped away.

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[drryland]

33,363 notes, well done society

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57,307 funny….. You guys are all beautiful

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68,507 is too big :(

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74,403 think completely wrong about their selves 

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92, 082 no guys stop :(

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125.387 People reblogged this, but i can’t even find one ugly person

286,355 guys..

[mogarlives]

When she told me that she wanted me out of her life, or just to be a friend, my heart stopped. I knew that it was mostly my fault, and that she had warned me about this happening. I couldn't convince her otherwise. She said she just wanted a friend this year, and that I was like all the others, the others that always wanted more. I stood up and left the wedding, walked outside into the darkness, and stared out at the empty mountain, reliving the moments of the previous weeks.

First time she smiled, first time she invited me to her house, first time she really hugged me, first time in her car, first kiss...these memories over-wrote all the bad ones, I could only see these. 2 or 3 tears came down, slowly, as I remembered these times. I wanted to explain to her, that all those late nights talking to her, supporting her, didn't bother me...not at all. I didn't mind being woken up at 2:00 am, I didn't mind listening to her deep conversations about life. I didn't even mind when she was angry at me. I couldn't understand why she would want me to leave...I thought I helped her. I thought I made her happy. I thought I was useful for once. But it seemed she didn't think so. Or was it because she felt bad about doing all of that to me?

I wanted to shout at her, to tell her that I don't mind! It's not going to kill me! I'll get over it, I can handle it! The joy she brought me always made me better, better than I was before. I started dreaming again, I had hope...but she doesn't want me. That's why I still feel like this. Because she wants to protect me...and that's really thoughtful, but I don't need it. She needs me more.

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[ohnopizzahoe]

One of my favorite pics on tumblr

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[mogarlives]

They'll remember only our smiles, 'cause that's all they've seen...

[unimosedy-blog]

The Butterfly Project: The Rules are: 1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand. 2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better. 3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off. 4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it. If you dont cut, it lives. 5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them. 6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them. 7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.

Emily Dana (via unimosedy)

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Whoot! :D

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[mogarlives]

All because of you I haven’t slept in so long When I do I dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down Inside these arms of yours All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No not the kind with halos The kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place