#my truths

[gigglefriend]

ocelhira cant have sex because kazuhira doesnt wanna feel gay and ocelot is already threatening his masculinity. and even if this wasnt true and they tried soon kazuhira wold find out it was impossible because you can't have sex with ocelot you'd just die.

[gothluv]

I am in fact a biblically accurate bastard

[mytruthmatters1-blog]

MyTruth#44

[writing-my-truths]

Hey,

It’s been a while love.. am I still allowed to call you that or is it off limits now?

That’s all I call you in my head, every time you come to mind

I let the memories swirl like a shot of milk in a dark brew

I miss you.. is it okay to say that?

I’m not going to ask if you miss me too

It’s not the right time to be thinking about me when this letter is all for you

Do your eyes still glitter like the sparkle of a rock getting hit by the sun?

Or is it now dull and beaten down with the criticism of life and living your life for everyone but yourself

You were always the giving type

You give and you give and you give while you let other steal your hope

Are your lips still as soft as rose petals? Or have they turned to brittle flowers with the stress of bitten lips

I just worry about you

You were always my number one priority, and now without out you I have nothing to keep me going

How do you move on from losing a soulmate?

Together we were fucked up pieces of a puzzle, put together with glue

Apart we’re two pieces of sea glass, one glittering on a scavengers desk, being observed for its beauty

The other left by the ocean, to borrow further into the sand

I am now a four leaf clover with no luck, a flower without a bee, the sand without the sea

While you moved on so you can breathe

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Truth!

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[pensamentosimpedidos]

Eu sou uma pessoa estranha. Tenho meus objetivos, mas me preocupo mais com o que farei após alcançá-los do que realmente em alcançá-los primeiro.

Pensamentos Impedidos

[myfuture-mywriting-mylife]

I didn't realize the truth of how I felt about you until I looked back. The photos, the words, the memories, they all came crashing down on me. Piece by piece. Smile by smile. And then I felt the tear run down my cheek. A surprise. But maybe it wasn't. I was too blind then. Too young. Too afraid. I regret not seeing what I had. I regret not listening to my heart and listening to the words of others. I'm sorry, for the pain I caused your heart. You deserved better anyway. And next time I hope not to be the young fool who didn't know her own heart.

my thoughts, my realizations, my regrets, my truths