𝖩𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒
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egoistic, they say 🌊
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in all chaos, there is calculation.
and when my life flashes before my eyes, i'll think of You.
unnecessary romanticism is apparently "cool" these days, lmao.
you're gonna hit me like lightning.
how i love and hate Murphy's Law at the same time.
tomorrow never comes until it's too late.
i fucking love Jermaine Cole. realest mf in the whole scene.
"i'm you times two."
Forwarded from Inoaea'
Many time people, so much like us, grow up to a misconcepted belief that one day a person will come and will love you for who you are and will always be. But it's a great play, almost a trap. A half spoken truth perhaps.
It's not that I find it wrong on context but it is misleading.
Love is understanding, staying, caring about the person, without the scheme of them loving us back, equal and fair.
And we all think we are good enough to think about exceptional concepts but we aren't. The understanding comes after one comes to know that one being inside you. Maybe it's a war forged in vain cause you'd never know anything completely. But yet you try. And you learn. That it's okay to get rejected, the hardest rejection is the one you never heard just seen. It's lives inside of us. The fear of fearing to be a failure. You learn to let go. Of everything and everyone and everyplace you'd think you'll always behold but it's life and you can't see any of it anymore.
So let it go.
You learn confidence, you learn to be a bit shameless, a touch of selfish but selfish. How to hold your cards right.
And you learn to love.
Love yourself even more.
birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.
basic need: a red plaid shirt
Into It
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i'm just fucking lucky, i was born with it.
head full of junk & heart full of regrets.
slow wifi and dumb bitches will be my downfall.
my autistic ass needs to chill the fuck out. my own shadow is bothering now.
they're paranoid like Jesse Pinkman on meth, i feel like i'm 50 and just about to break bad.
truly, sleep is the cousin of death.
this goddamn nicotine hits no more.