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“You’re just so real” and that’s why he loves me
“But I am SO different to that... like in general comparing to other people my whole family are lunatics.. but so relaxed ... like we only get pissed off or angry when it’s really provoked by some cunt we hate”
I’d love to be like that because it seems really peaceful. and i want to be like one day that but I just don’t know how...
I have never felt as lonely as I did tonight lying right beside you
I cried in your arms and you had no clue
“Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away”
“Halo” - Beyoncé
Love is not a war.
A lot of people seem to hate me for reasons I do not know
““Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.””
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It the voice in my head....
I was stupid to think it would be like this forever...
I’ve begged someone to love me before. Don’t think for a second I would disrespect myself like that again
If you rely on someone’s validation of your success, you will never be free.
You will never be able to create art and fulfil your passion.
It will be so easy for anyone to derail you off your path.
“Am I that predictable?
“No, I just know you”
If you left, I would simply switch off
Facebook reminded me it was your birthday but I already knew that days before
I don’t feel for you anymore. But this time of year still hurts.
Weakness.