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Nothing to see here: 14
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Nothing to see here. Friday, 3 June 2011. Someone you must hold onto. Every now and then,. You meet someone;. Someone that drives you crazy. Someone that helps you smile. Just knows, what to say. They’re oh-so special. Don’t forget, as time slips by. To say a little thank you. Took the middle one, thanks babe ;). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes the world makes me want to scream. View my complete profile. 13 THIRTEEN. thir-teen 13! Picture Window theme. Theme images by jusant.
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: October 2014
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Sunday, 19 October 2014. Blue, black, fading. Like last week's beating. Yet a blue, black outline. Lingers on pale skin. I can feel your hands. I want it back. Some days I try, I pull. See myself tearing it away from you. Other days, it stays. Locked in your grasp. And I watch it beating there. Content to have you hold it. For such a long time. You're going to throw it back at me. You'll disgust yourself with the thought. That you ever touched it. Just a mark on pale skin.
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: April 2015
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Thursday, 9 April 2015. My blood is boiling. I'm dragging nails against. Dry, broken skin just to avoid. Screaming and screaming and. Wishing I could somehow just. But that would be too easy. Push it down, down. Find my voice again. I don't know where it is. What it sounds like. All I hear is. You're a disgrace,. They all know it. They all see it. Smile, for fucks sake. Air out, emotions in. Where I can't see them. Can no longer hear them. Just for a bit. This Is Me .
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: September 2014
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Thursday, 18 September 2014. Green light, green light. And it occurs to me. A flick of my wrist, and-. I can see it, in my head. A lurch forwards and then. I came so close. Closer than I thought I would. Sunday, 14 September 2014. What do i do when the world is empty. Wednesday, 10 September 2014. The bruised skin on my neck. Clouding around my face. Trapped, inside this. Dusty, sweaty sack. Blood roaring in my ears. A force slams into my back. The rope cuts, and closes.
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: November 2014
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Sunday, 23 November 2014. I'm just being nice. I'm being a decent human being. Giving you a compliment or two. I always see the best in you. But no, it's too far. What the fuck do you want. Make your mind up. Sort your life out. Don't lead her astray. To places she'll regret. You're dragging her in. Why do we live. In such a shattered. On the judgments of others. Something that, somehow. Suddenly that's too much. It means such a lot. Until it expands with pressure. If you ...
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: July 2014
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Friday, 25 July 2014. The trust we had. Turned to p ieces of shattered glass. That now shred our attempts. To fit ourselves back together. Maybe, those pieces. Can be smoothed, no longer sharp,. By perseverance, effort, love. Or sharpened by my failings,. My mistakes, my thoughtless actions. That I can't seem to stop. And we'll never be whole again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This Is Me . While i'm here, i might as well share my thoughts. View my complete profile. Pat Rob...
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: rage.
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Thursday, 9 April 2015. My blood is boiling. I'm dragging nails against. Dry, broken skin just to avoid. Screaming and screaming and. Wishing I could somehow just. But that would be too easy. Push it down, down. Find my voice again. I don't know where it is. What it sounds like. All I hear is. You're a disgrace,. They all know it. They all see it. Smile, for fucks sake. Air out, emotions in. Where I can't see them. Can no longer hear them. Just for a bit. This Is Me .
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a tree, a swing and a notebook.: June 2014
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A tree, a swing and a notebook. Friday, 27 June 2014. I keep my thoughts in boxes. On the back shelf, tucked away. Where I can’t see them. Can’t hear them shuffling. Waiting to spring free. I refuse to open them. Touch them, even think about them. Because then they exist. Then they have to be dealt with. I can’t do that. I’m not strong enough. Not as strong as my aunt. Who lies in a hospital bed, miles away. Pins in her back,. Cancer cells intertwined with her spine. Infused in her bones. And she knows it.
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3 Home-Decor DIYs from my room - drummbellina
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Laquo; I 3 your home. Stacey Bendet, fashion designer. 3 Home-Decor DIYs from my room. 1 Picture Wall. . The photo printing site I use offered my first 40 prints for free so this whole wall just cost me the 99p delivery charge! If youre interested) I basically just got my entire Tumblr blog. Printed out so I could see my saved inspiration every day :). 2 Thrifted Frame Cluster. . Look, right there in the sidebar - - ) . 3 Framed Inspiration Collage. . Posted at 10:51 PM in tutorials. The DIYs are great :).
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