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Am I the only one that forget to have a tattoo?
Like Hell Yeah I did it and I have what I always wanted and then just puf someone points at you saying "Wow what do you have there?" and you start screaming like a freak thinking is a bug or you are fucking bleeding and they say "Chill I was talking about your tattoo" and your like oh yeah I have that there.
And some day you are seeing an image of somebody tattoo and think how pretty cool that looks and remeber that you have a pretty cool one too. Please tell me I'm not insane haha.
No other thing spoke to me like this scene in Orange is the New Black
Crazy Eyes: It's okay, Dandelion. You know why? I used to spend a lot of time thinking how I could make you love me. Like, if I had long pretty hair, or if I made a chocolate cake with frosting, or if I had a green bicycle. Piper: No! You are great the way that you are! Crazy Eyes: I know! Because the answer is, you're not a nice person. You're a mean person. And I used to think you was a yellow dandelion, but psshh... you're all dried up with the puff blown off. And it's not your fault. You are who you are, like I am who I am.
Just can't.
I'm just tired that my mother keep asuming that I made everything to make her mad, that I'm always looking what to do to be mean and that she thinks that she deserves a "better daughter".
I do everything I can... I'm one of the best in my school, get so good grades, I'm here for her when she feels bad about his exboyfriend, I don't fucking drink or party until 5am in the morning and I only go out with my boyfriend, I do not bring one or another boy, never run away from home and the most rebel thing I do was to ink my body.
I just don't get it how can a person be so damn good with anyone, trying to be always there for them and beeing a daughter that don't give her troubles, and it's all bad, and I'm always that fucking bad daughter that my poor mom doesn't deserve.
Well I'm fucking sorry but you gotta deal with it.
I'm not going to let you make me feel so bad about myself that I spend the night crying or thinking everything I do to know where do I go wrong.
I'm so tired of your shit and this end here and now.
La respuesta saldria con una pequeña alteracion de su ritmo cardiaco; Algo que sin duda no esperaba despues de tanto tiempo. - ¿Crees que eres tan especial? - Le dijo con una nota de rabia - Pues dejame decirte que todo lo que hace contigo, lamentalo o no, lo hizo al intentar conquistarme a mi, la mirada que crees sincera y que te llega hasta el corazon, las palabras que crees no te mentirian nunca son las mismas que escribio para mi y ahora simplemente recicla en ti.- Vio su mirada y como la tristeza se arremolinaba en esos ojos, y aun asi no paro ya que todo lo que le habia dicho era la verdad... - No te creas especial niña ingenua - y le imprimio todo el odio que sentia, no hacia ella sino hacia el - Tu solo eres mi remplazo. -
∞ I swear we were infinite ∞
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