I hate this, I fucking hate having my hopes put up just for them to come crashing back down now. im fucking fed up of being the mug and I am sooo fucking frustrated by the whole of this. im done trying. im done with being the one who gives the biggest shit when its clear you do to, but just not about me. im so fucking done with the lot of it. I am so frustrated. this whole thing is just fucking mind fucking me and I just cant do it any more. its so shitty fucking frustrating.11 months ago
humans are always looking for something or someone to blame. very few can stand there and put their hands up and say “yes, that was me, i’m sorry” they would rather sit there and try to blame many things like luck or fate or God. No, sorry, not this time, they weren’t any of them things, it was you. This is your mistake, not anyone or anything else’s, put your hands up and accept it, don’t try and blame someone else.1 year ago
People always ask me why I think moths are beautiful and yet hate butterflies. They’re essentially the same thing, correct? Nope. Butterflies represent everything artificial in life. They’re beautiful, elegant and just overall very pretty, with such dazzling colours. They make you think about cloud-less summer days and warmth.. Then you think of moths. They don’t flutter dreamily, they dance around frantically and in panic. They’re big-bodied, furry and overall people freak out over the mere sight of them… But they strive for the light. They’re drawn to it, irresistibly so, even when mostly it just ends with their death. They’re delicate and dark creatures with a nature we can all relate to. We want the light, the joy and the happiness it brings. When we know the strive will ultimately end us. Just like most, they live in the blackness of life and just want something they can never have.1 year ago
some people don’t get their happy endings, and you just have to be okay with that..1 year ago
"They say that if she drowns,
In the sorrows of her mind,
that it’s in the seventh circle of Hell that she will be found,
burning for the sin of wanting to escape the agony of being amongst the living. “
"What is depression like" he said
"It"s like drowning..
“except you can see everyone around you breathing..”
everybody just wants to fuck, they want sex, they want passion and they want an excuse not to call in the morning, an excuse not to have to worry about what they did or about the other person. no one wants to make love anymore, because why would you? it gets complicated the moment you put the word love into anything, people clam up, people panic, they worry that there is something else involved, something they have to comprehend and think back over, people cant deal with love anymore, people just want to fuck.1 year ago
I believe that happiness is what you make it, you can so easily wake up in the morning and believe that you can’t do anything and you’re rubbish but by doing so you’re just conforming to that little devil in your head that every human being has. You have to believe that you can achieve whatever you want in the world, you have to believe that today will be better than yesterday, even in the smallest possible way and you have to believe that you are perfectly fine the way you are, but most of all you have to believe that you can believe, in anything you ever want to, because if you don’t, you will never feel like getting out of bed, you will never feel like living and you never know what your missing in the world..1 year ago
I remember the day I fell for him, it hit me slap bang in the gut, he said he had fallen for another girl and that maybe she was the one, he turned from my ‘brother’ that knew absolutly everything about me to the one I loved most in the world, and inside my head I was just screaming that I could be the one, if you gave me such a chance to be, but he didnt and he fell in love with her, and later when she dumped him I shouldnt have been there, i should have ran as far away from him as I could for hurting me so much, but just like I had been for 5 years before, I was there, because I couldnt let him hurt, as much as I wanted to, I never wanted someone to hurt as much as he had hurt me, I left my boyfriend at the time to try and heal him, get him through what seemed the darkest point in his life, and the horrible thing was that it didnt bother me that I had to leave my boyfriend, I would have done it a million times over for him. he told me later that his friend had said that ‘the one’ was right under his nose all the time, and noone who didnt love and worship the ground he walked on would have stayed like I did, so he fell for me, or so he says, but I cant quite stop thinking that maybe, if she was still here, I would still be second best, and my heart will still be squashed, and I would forever remain waiting for him to come back to me, some say its coincidence and some say its fate that he came back, but you never know do you, life is strange and you will never be able to desipher it, as much as you’d love to..1 year ago
Sometims I wonder how I’ve lasted 7 months, without killing myself or him, or just leaving us to fizzle out and fade which we so obviously need.. But loves a funny thing I suppose, it makes you stick with the things that make you wish you didn’t have to.. But you still stay and accept was less than you should do..1 year ago
I love the way you enjoy the little things in life..
I love the way you look at me as if I’m the most perfect creation..
I love the way you smile..
I love the way you laugh..
I love the way your hair falls to the left side of your face..
I love the way you suck your cheek in when you get sad..
I love the way you love me, even when I make you mad..
I love the way you protect me..
I love the way you miss me..
I love the way you make me feel safe..
I love the way your eyes water when the light been on too long..
I love the way you kiss my nose..
I love the way you twiddle your hair..
I love the way you give me mini kisses..
I love the way you accept my past..
I love you way you tell your mum i’m beautiful..
I love the way you fight for me..
I love the way you let me be crazy and mad..
I love the way your eyelids fall 3 times before you fall asleep..
I love the way you go into your own little world..
I love the way you look at me when I wake up in the morning..
I love the way you wiggle your nose just before you sneeze..
I love the way your hand fits perfectly in mine..
I love the way you get excited when what you say rhymes..
I love the way you giggle and be cheeky..
I love the way you love my smile..
I love the way you take the best from life..
I love the way you rub my tummy to make it better..
I love the way you smell..
I love the way you make me feel..
I love the way you move my hair out of my eyes..
I love the way you always tell me I’m beautiful..
I love the way you let me do what I want..
I love the way you love your socks..
I love the way you always want a sharp knife..
I love the way you accept me for me..
I love the way your eyes sparkle in the sun..
I love the way you don’t care what people think..
I love the way you turn in your sleep..
I love the way you would do anything for me..
I love the way you have lots of milk in your tea..
I love the way you jiffle and never sit still..
I love the way your voice gets higher when you get excited..
I love the way you hiccup when you eat too fast..
I love the way you worry about everything..
I love the way you comfort me..
I love the way you snuggle with me..
I love the way you lay your head in my hands..
I love the way you grind your teeth when your stressed..
I love the way I can tell you anything, no matter what..
I love the way you do stuff, even when I tell you not too..
I love the way you’re so caring..
I love the way you trust me..
I love the way you smile, even though you have no reason to..
I love the way you’re not afraid to cry..
I love the way you look at the clouds on a clear day..
I love the way you like to lay on my chest..
I love the way you need persuading to do near enough anything..
I love the way children look at you..
I love the way I don’t want to miss a thing you do..
I love the way you get so frustrated with football..
I love the way your hair is crazy when you wake up..
I love the way I love you, even when I hate you..
I love you, entirely..1 year ago
Come and whisper sweet nothing’s into my ear…1 year ago
This one I had with his guy called Michael, he was such an embarrassment to go out with it actually makes me feel ill when I think about it haha! Major learning curve that was!1 year ago
"You cannot solve a problem with the same mind that created it."
— Albert Einstein1 year ago