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You're ripped at every edge, but you a master peice. 🥀💢💔
Because now I realized
that I don’t need someone
who keeps on babbling
about my mistakes,
who look at their fingers
and count all the wrong things
I have done within a day,
I knew then that who I need
is someone who is aware of
my bad days when I failed
to do my best,
but still encourage me to learn
all the lessons I have
to face and take. 🐰🐇☁️☀️
*snnf snnf* guess who's back, an ready to stay! :) Heller, fellow h00mans. It's Chaos the Rabbit. I go by BunBun at times. :)
Daily messages i wantt 😍😍😍
To everyone wondering if they will ever move on.
Yes, you will. It will take you some time. By ‘some time’ I mean a long time. It won’t be easy. In fact, it will probably be the hardest thing you’ll have to go through. Moving on is messy. It is either being too happy or too sad at 3am. It is laughing till your stomach aches, or crying till there are no more tears to be cried and you just feel dead inside. Moving on is the shaking of your hands and the breaking of your voice when you realise that there will never be a them and you again. Moving on is wondering what you did wrong and why you just weren’t good enough for them. Moving on also means eating less and drinking more alcohol than you should. It also means stopping everything that you’re doing and thinking about them. Actually, you will think about them a lot. You will see their favourite restaurant and you will think of them. You will hear their favourite song and you will think of them. You will look at your coffee and the shade of brown will resemble the colour of their eyes. At one point they will be all you think about. It starts the moment you wake up and never ends because even in your dreams they will be haunting you. But one day you will wake up and you will feel okay. The next day you will feel more than just okay, you will be fine. You will think of them still, yes. But it’s going to be a different kind of thinking. It will be a “wherever they are, I hope that they are fine and happy” kind of thinking. You will have moved on. You will have survived this hell. You will slowly but surely forget them more and more each day, and forgetting will never have felt that sweet. But you have to let yourself hurt before you can heal, remember.
“I dont feel much pain got a knife in my back and a bullet in my brain im clinically insane walking home alone, i see faces in the rain.”
//lil peep😭🐥🥀💔🖤
You said you care as you ran your fingers over my wings, embracing them like they belonged only to you. You said you care as you slowly removed the feathers one by one, laughing as the wind carried them away. You said you care when you tore my wings apart, breaking all that was left and threw them into the open ocean. You said you cared and that you had to go when you saw me on the ground, the room filled with the smell of murder, when you realized that I had nothing left for you to destroy.
Wish i never asked you what your name was wish i never looked at you more then once wish i never let you in my life cause you are so immature.
wish i could get you completely out my mind cause i’m sick of you making me look like i’m the bad-guy if i could i’d just forget bout you if i could i’d delete you from my history keep you mystery, delete the possibilities of there being “you an me.”
i’d take back every little single thing i gave you right back to the very first kiss we shared right back to the reason i had when i decided to care cause i don’t care anymore i’m lying, so lying.
i wish i could believe you couldn’t love me you could be my man, be my man. you a boy, an i’m not your toy.
you know what to do😏😏😏
who are you really?
you are not a name or height, or weight or a gender you are not an age and you are not where you are going. you are your favorite books and the songs stuck in your head you are your thoughts and what you eat for breakfest on Saturday mornings. you are a thousand things but everyone chooses to see the milltion things you are not
you are not where you are from you are where you are going an i’d like to go there too.
the moon split in half, an the stars crumbled, falling like fireworks, into the sea, i watched my world fall apart when my love left me.
roses aren’t always red &violets aren’t exactly blue the society we live in never seems to speak the truth. smiles aren’t always happy & frowns aren’t always upset people judge to quickly & our feelings are what they forget.
once i get attached
i’m loyal, i’m committed, i’m faithful, i’m dependable, i’m caring, but you know what comes with that? i’m jealous, i can be clingy, i’m annoying, i’m overprotective, i over analyze things, i can get insecure, i’m emotional an sure as hell can be crazy, you could push me away, but i cant ever stay mad at you. you could keep making mistakes, but i’ll end up forgiving you, you could eve make me hate you, but i’ll find a way to start loving you all over again.
Im a murderer
i killed the girl that i used to be,
the girl that used to smile all the time the girl that used to have a lot of friends that girl that i used to see in the mirror, now she is dead, her eyes are a darker color and she rarely smiles, and she doesn't believe the compliments that she revecives because she believes that they are just trying to make her feel better, i’m a murderer. i killed the girl i used to be...
I dont understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. how pictures never chance but the people in them do. how your best friends can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy becomes your best friend. how forever turns into few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. how you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. how even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same. how people who once wanted to spend every seconds of their time with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spear. how people make promises despite how common it is for promises to be broken. how people can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier then working things out...
6 Years (2015)
if i ever lost you.. i’d be a mess, i’d be like the whole universe crashing all in 1 big setting..whos gonna be by my side to tell me everything is okay, protect me, tell me they love me, or give me cuddles at night an wrap me up in there arms where i feel safe the most? no one else can do those things better than you can. so please dont ever leave me! i love you! /