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[carsexmacdonalddriveinletsgo]

there is no better online experience for me than when i see a post i know for sure  i have re blogged before and i re blog it once again and i know i will do it again .. #Blog #BloggersLife

[lolahasmoxie]

The work life is spiraling. There's a major schedule change coming and the work wife and I didn't receive a single email about it and had to...

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[lsbelleswriting]

Dear myself, You've spoke to him since the 12th July and text him since the 20th July. He said he would never ever hurt you and whether he stuck to that or he didn’t, I suppose that determines whether he meant it when he said he loved you. I know the guilt, regret or any other current feelings you feel may be overwhelming, but you were (or still are) a young lady who saw an opportunity of excitement, of living life, possibly love and happiness. You were always doubtful in some way or another about his feelings towards you and you were aware of the outcome of the situation that was sure to be unpleasant but you did what you had to do for many reasons. It was equally blamed and do not let anyone tell you different. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says and it never will. You had to do it for yourself and no one else. It was your chance to live life and grab it while you could so you did. It was the summer of 2016 and you should not regret on single part of any new beginnings. It was exactly what you wanted at the minute. You was and still are a young, beautiful lady, who despite feeling down, abused and used, is still as worthy as you ever were. Now let him sink back into his money and career. Just a Buchanan. He has to sustain that for the rest of his life and he hasn't the courage to change anything in stone. Whereas you my dear, you haven't even began. You have it all to come. Everything. So look forward to it all. Keep that hunger still for life, he doesn’t deserve to take that away. I know, despite eventually falling for him, without these intentions, it happened. But you are strong enough. Wrap yourself in a new, good book, take a jog or a walk, bake, nap, journal, shower 5 times anything, but you have to. Cry. Let it all out because this seems like a new found heartbreak but you are brilliant and it may not feel the same when someone calls you baby, or angel, babe, my love, or say you are amazing for a while, or ever, but this is life. So slowly let go and remain faith. Don’t let this make love daunting, don’t let him stop another chance of love and happiness. You strong girl. Someone out there is made for you and they're waiting my love. {you have to accept the fact that parts of him are ingrained in you now and he has taken parts of you and your time that you'll never get back}

A letter I wrote to myself on  12th august 2016 (18:37pm) I recently found.

with a reminder to “be brave”

[notforthefaultofheart]

Sometimes i wonder if my boyfriend even wants to be with me...

I tagged him in a post of facebook saying that i love him and, he doesn’t do or say anything about it.

Im about to give up..

[jamieped]

900 Days Later...

Today is 900 days since I started doing Daily Vlogs on YouTube (Found here). This is an incredible achievement for me, I really can not believe that it has been 900 days since I started up that channel and started vlogging every single day. So I thought I would reminisce a little bit and look back over those days on this amazing milestone...

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[blackblood]

15/16

without studying

aw yiss

[amanda1ee]

you know what a reese's cup is right but what if it was actually like a legit peanut butter cup like a coffee mug made out of nothing but pure peanut butter a peanut butter cup

[girlwithredshoes]

Poem #10

I Don't

The view from outside my window

is barren and dark.

The wind is warm and sweet, and even on this late night,

with the woman asleep on my shoulder,

and the streetlights blinding me every few seconds, 

as we pass them by,

I still miss you.

I came here to change.

To immerse myself in a land, 

in a culture,

in a people so very different from 

what I was used to.

And I became someone else.

But I carried parts of you

through the streets of light and dark,

and the words of good and bad.

There is something sweet in the air--

it smells of grass and pomegranates,

of trees and warm heat, of stone and of

change.

I could ask you to love me.

I could, I know that.

But as surely as I know anything,

I know that even if you said yes,

you would leave.

You would be lying.

The bus turns smoothly up another hill,

the woman's head slides from my shoulder

and back onto her seat.

I am once again alone, in my own space.

Free, yet trapped.

Free, yet frozen.

I don't even know if you knew.

That I loved you.

I never told you, I couldn't.

But the wind reminds me of you,

the music I hear in the air and in the sky

tells me your story.

I am on a bus, driving through a desert,

trying to let go, trying to hold on.

Trying to change, trying to stay the same.

I am not lost-I know where I am.

But I don't know where I am.

I don't.

I don't.