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[holeymolars]

i say the sun gives me superpowers, webmd says i’m manic again

[celestequirozz]

Cariño, te siento tan lejos  y en verdad estás "tan lejos",  y vivimos no tan lejos.          

Celeste Quiroz

[sunshineandlavender]

the change

blooming from my darkest parts

begun the change in my heart

shifting with sunshine

my flowers are growing,

wisdom and knowledge flowing

showing me my power & potential

teaching me only certain seeds are essential 

to blossom such captivating reds and blues

i know now, 

my souls has the most beautiful hues 

-p.k nielsen

[sojc123]

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[holdmychi]

Everyday I am in hell.

I wake up. Tired of the many nightmares I go trough night after night. Being tired of the paths I find my life in. 

Yet I dont feel like changing. I am tired. I feel missunderstood, feel like I’m being surrounded by a thousand voices, all having their own fucking opinion about everything. Working alike as if they’re part of an engine written by a very mad man. 

All my pattern lead me to self-destruction. 

This path or maybe rather this one? Seems like everything has lost it’s meaning.

Without coordination I go trough my day. Everything is surrounded by a mist which is not allowing me to see trough the bigger picture.

Friends turning into acquiantances. Acquintances turning into strangers. Whole world seems to see trough the complex facade, construct I call life. Whole world already knowing the answer to the quiz, while I still seem to be in the hunting of the question itself. 

Every conversation like an infinite never ending agony which pierces trough the depths of my inner logical world. A continous event made up of riddles and guessing. 

I look them into their eyes. Can’t move between the perception of a personal attack, a tip or simply the fucking truth.

Taking a deep breath. Thinking out loud. Suspicion, guessing, statement, hoping and praying.

All part of the clockwork, working their space out. Everyone communicating nonverbally and yet very direct and harrassive. The world getting bigger and bigger. The doubts devouring me, start to crave me even more. 

I simply miss having a conversation without without having to look into the depths and realms of the unseen. 

The walls keep coming closer and closer. I look at the time. Feel forsaken. Scream desperately for help, yet I don’t hear anyone besides the thousands of unmanageable voices inside of my skull. I want to break free. I can’t do this anymore. I dont want to anymore. Within I feel a deep raging lake of uncontrollable fury making its way trough. 

“Will my life ever return to the ordinary” I silently ask myself as I lie into the sheets of my bed. I try to sleep. Sleep so I can go trough this which I call hell, once again.

[dumbolife]

Uno ya no sabe

Uno ya no sabe Si enamorarse de la hermosa sobrisa y caracter de Nick Jonas Si enamorarse de la sexy voz y ojos hermosos de Harry Style Uno ya no sabe Si podra enamorar a Nick Jonas siendo una misma alrededor de tantas chicas que lo rodean Si podra enamorar Harry Style ya que le gustan mayores y no de su misma edad y mucho mas atractivas Uno ya no sabe Si podra encontrar a un futuro increible padre como yo veo que Nick Jonas puede ser. Si podra encontrar a un novio divertido como Harry Style Uno simplemente ya no sabe si algun día podra encontrar a el Nick para mi Jonas o el Harry para my Style.

[mryoandme]

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