#ug why

[amyleona-blog]

So I accidentally scratched the mole on my chest a few minutes ago. Just looked down again and now I'm bleeding from the base of it Had this mole since birth and this is the first time it's ever happened

[moved-tanukiy]

intimacy is a mutual desire. it is not grasping an unwanting elbow, sinking your nails into their flesh and pulling the other runaway arm back to you. it is not biting the tongue, sinking your teeth, into the pleading skin, of the one who seeks shelter from you, intimacy is never restored, never recovered, only blown and kept still.

[prudex]

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[tincastles]

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[snarky-eloquence]

I'm always paranoid that people hate me

[camira13]

Ok. I started filing a police report, and I had to leave for class, so I have to go back after to finish it up. Why me...

[youlearntolivewithout]

Um.

I should not have read Looking for Alaska and watched "The Reichenbach Fall" on the same night. I'm really not sure how to react to everything. My emotions are all over the place. John Green, Steven Moffat, you two are incredible; however, you're also incredibly upsetting. Nonetheless, I love you two so very much. Okay, so this is the third book by John Green that I've read (the first two being The Fault in Our Stars and Will Grayson, Will Grayson), yet I am always surprised by how much he makes me think. My brain is in overdrive, thinking about labyrinths and "straight & fast" and "instant" and the afterlife and how blaming yourself for something like that is just, just, no, Colonel, you're breaking my heart by saying stuff like that, and religion and energy and forgiveness and white flowers. It was just so beautifully written and extremely compelling and I loved every word on every page. Then came Sherlock. Oh my goodness, WHY?! It's just, I, uh, I, no. NOOOO. I can't even. My heart ached so badly for John and Sherlock, and maybe even a little for Mycroft at the very end. Mostly for John and Sherlock though. John's face whenever he was watching Sherlock and talking about Sherlock afterwards was just so sad and broken and beaten and lost. :'( And I have no words for how spectacular the final scene was. Can I just give both those men awards? And a hug? Please? And now I have to sit here in agony waiting for season 3. Sigh. Tonight was too emotional. Nevertheless, I think I spent my Monday night pretty well and I am finished rambling.

[likeaslan]

should go buy books - don't want toooooooooooooooooooooo