she-hers

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How y'all fuck over people that genuinely care for you with no remorse lol

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“Back to my safe little haven.”

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Feelings

And my bottle 

is now empty; 

wasted it all 

on everyone else.

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i am mine.  before i am ever anyone else's.

Nayyirah Waheed.

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We flip the coin to let the voices in our hearts decide the Heads or Tails; not the other way round.

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Maybe;

I could’ve cleared the fog;

wishing for your explanation on 

the stares we exchanged, the very obvious parrot-bullying 

and the numbers of strokes your fingers brushed

through my strands of hair,

I could’ve cleared the fog,

hoping for your details about the 

stargazing night, the two bottles of beer as

a little kick forward, or the subconscious push and pulling 

my beanie off then asking why I apologized 

for dropping into your embrace,

I could’ve cleared the fog, 

expecting for your answer instead of drawing circles, 

the infinite loop of denial then accepting the reality

without resolution on things when we were already

running out of time;

I should’ve cleared the fog,

thinking it was important enough to get it from you, 

including the indirect hints and immediate responses or

the sudden actions reflected when the air

between our distance seemed a little off, 

I should’ve cleared the fog, 

picking up more courage to throw it 

at your indifferent expression, whether 

they said you were good enough to keep things in, 

whether you were thinking otherwise or avoiding it;

I should’ve cleared the fog, 

letting it all out in raw sentences instead of 

wasting emotions in constructing them nice, 

giving you no chance to replay the 

potential practiced lines before retorting 

my blank mind with the blunt full-stops.

Maybe I could’ve cleared it up; but

You never cared. 

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Yunho - 2016 Shilla Duty Free Limited Photobook

Source: Shilla Duty Free via UknowPROPORTION Shared by: fuckyeahtohoshinki

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Reblog if you are a Cassiopeia/Bigeast

let’s have this hit 1 000 000, we are still the biggest fanclub

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We need your help, anybody interested in help us, Cassiopeia by TRANSLATING our projects (petition #RedisTVXQ and Solidarity Campaign project) to your native language please contact me through the tumblr inbox (back-to-five ask box) or DM twitter (@Back_to_Five). It means a lot!! 

If you’re not a cassie, but want to help us anyways, any help is welcomed and your act will not be forgotten. Even if you just reblog it is enough~~

Thanks in advance!! Always keep the faith!  #RedisTVXQ

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Martin Martinsson, Italian Landscape in IR (12), 2014

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Snowy.

This took me exactly two years and five months to try recollecting the shattered words then pour them back out into paragraphs.

It took me more than two years to finally have the energy to get fed up of you who showed the indifferent expressions when I tried telling how I will not able to get over her; how she is my deepest scar, the only remaining prick I can never get it out:

I killed her, exactly two years and five months ago.

I was the last to hold her trembling cold paw, tasting the pungent smell of the bloody pool of red under the window bars and stained all over my beige pants.

I hesitated to rush her for immediate emergency treatment, and I gave in that easily because the rest of the family insisted "a human's sleep and rest is more important than a pet's life". I was told 'it's gonna be okay' when we missed the golden time of getting her properly healed and recovered. I couldn't fucking comprehend the vet's "it's too late" only a few hours after.

I could only watch her hyperventilating for short breaths by the dawn then; the tongue hanging loose from uncontrollable muscles then dehydrated from constant dripping saliva then the painful scowls and shivers from seizures: She became something I could no longer handle emotionally.

I killed the remaining chance of turning the wheel around for the last straw. I killed her remaining years of running on green carpets and hunting down cats while chasing mice. I killed her brightest bloom of shining silver fur and white bushy tail.

And I can now only try waking up from the same nightmare; the endless loop of ever-stretching distance between the hallway forever beyond my reach yet just close enough to hear her last whine die on the heartless piece of cold steel bed. 

How are you, darling? Are you missing me as much as I do?

Oh How I’ve missed you. How I'd been crying and is still flooding tasteless tears as much as I am missing you right now. Of course you're in a better place, but I am still equally stabbing the blame on the flesh.

You gave me the hardest lesson I’ve ever learned from not insisting on my own path and decisions, yet it cost me your life for it.  

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Gold Coast blend: Morning Joe Edition.

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Winter Winds (by spaceherosuits)

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little things that make me fall 4 people

having a nickname for me (not necessarily a mushy romantic one) 

using my name in conversation 

complimenting something I’m not super fond of about myself 

sending me pictures of stuff that reminds you of me 

listening to my music

recommending music to me

picking up little phrases I use and starting to use them