I love your blog. Been a hard time for me dealing with a loss for over 3 months now. this person has help me through my times and even became a part of mine. I cant stop crying every night i just want it all to stop i wanna be normal again.
Losing someone can always be hard, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m glad my blog has helped or comforted you and some way, though I’m sorry I have been unable to post very often. I cannot tell you your life will get better, because no one has the power to make your life better but you, and it may be a long process, but I can promise you that if you’re willing and wanting to be “normal” again, you can. For now you just have to keep on truckin’, the rough parts have to end somewhere. Have a good day, Anon!
I love hearing from you guys, and will offer any support I can, just message me! Or send me asks!
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Hi! I just want to say.. I don't know if you believe in God or not (and my intention here is not to offend you). But God loves you. And I love you, too. And you deserve amazing things in life and I pray that you get them. God bless you, love!
Thank you, anon! While I am not fully developed in my opinions on religion, I would like to believe there is someone/thing out there that is looking out for me. I love you, too! I hope everything is going well! Note to all followers- write to me if you have the chance/need someone to talk to, I like to hear from you guys!
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There is a flame to him
Hidden in the ferocity
By which he kisses me
The urgency
That tightens his grip
On my hips
The forced softness
When his fingers trace my body
Like my skin is a butterfly’s
As though he fears what
Should happen
If he were to show me
His true passion
But he doesn’t understand
That the moment
The flame grazed my
Hesitant lips
I no longer thirsted for water
A Pyro’s Love Story (via suicidejunk)
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She was his sliver of glass
Reflecting heaven above
He wished to hold her forever
But with each passing moment
the scars she would leave
grew deep
And even as the blood begins to drip, he holds on (via suicidejunk)
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True control
Comes not from
Clipping a birds wings
Nor finding a secure cage
But from teaching
That your hand
Is the best to return to
You cannot own me
But you may keep me (via suicidejunk)
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Sometimes the life we get
Is not the life we want
But most times
It is the life we live
That we do not want
Fully within our power
Yet we make no change (via suicidejunk)
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