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2/16/18

Fuck you cancer for taking the most important person away from me.

The fault in our stars, lovely book, was almost telling me what the outcome would be.

Cancer stole your leg and I loved you so much and never stopped then, and you still managed to be the most wonderful boyfriend and soulmate someone could have even through all of your pain.

Cancer stole you today.

That book didn’t teach me how to feel. But it wasn’t a manual. It was a coincidence that it matched our relationship almost perfect. I just wish it didn’t.

Cancer stole you my love. And I’m still going to fight for you.

2/9/17 11:32 PM

I’m upset on one hand but compassionate on the other. In this current situation you should not have the stress of your girlfriend being upset with you; but your girlfriend has the right to feel what she does because your choices upset her.

I feel extremely guilty that I let my petty side speak first. She doesn’t represent me. She represents the anger that has been made over the course of five years of having my feelings ignored.

I feel guilty that I was upset and you’re going through something nobody on this earth deserves to go through and the person who is supposed to support you in every way got petty and upset.

I’m torn in two. I’m going to listen to my instinct and apologize because I don’t want any hours wasted on being upset when we could use those hours to be in love and happy.

I’m sorry to you, my boyfriend.

I’m sorry to you, myself; who’s feelings I pushed back.

01/25/18

I’m tired of being a product of something. I used tumblr when I was 12 at least and I used it to spread my poetry and ideas. Then it became something I “ran” almost like a business. Then it got lost in space, a sea of data on a phone of a privileged some-what adult girl.

I want to write again and not care who reads it.

I want to inspire or feel I’m giving a chance to inspire whoever is feeling like crap, to put their feelings into something physical or just; out of their mind.

I may or may not accomplish it.

But I’m doing this for me.

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“Hours pass and she still counts the minutes, that I am not there. I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this, like every inch of me is bruised.”

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We all have someone we never speak of. Someone who meant so much, that even breathing their name makes your soul tremble with memories and pain.

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Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

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book: “she has naturally red hair”

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book: “she has naturally curly hair”

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book: “red hair, freckles”

screen adaptation:

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Book: “she was black”

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Book: She was asian

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Book: he asked calmly.

Movie:

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same

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you must have a lot of tea cups

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yes

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i am very proud of your collection

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hey guys

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It’s been said that love finds you when you’re ready.

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I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.