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grotesquerietoons · 7 years
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#inktober #blind + #mabsdrawlloweenclub #moonman = #McDonalds #MacTonight #imlovinit #depressed #retrocommercial #ilovethe80s #parody #drawingclubs #24 #digitalwash #digitalinktober #sadtonight #cartoon #colordrawing #digitalink #darkart #illustration #digitalart #popculture #infinitepainter #lowbrowart #Gothart #inktober2017 #Grotesquerie
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weirdchills · 7 years
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Wish you were here...
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living-but-not-well · 5 years
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cherrymylife-blog · 7 years
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#sadtonight
Задаюсь вопросом, зачем я терплю его..???
На самом деле вроде ничего не случилось и человек такой какой он есть и каким и был раньше. Но толи глаза мои не видели, толи действительно изменился, толи наоборот нет позитивных изменений в отношениях... голова взрывается. Проще забить и не париться. А ещё лучше расстаться бы. Я бы нашла силы на это. Переболело бы и всем было бы только лучше. Но эта зависимость от человека не позволяет сейчас так рисковать. И трясина тянет и тянет все глубже и дальше.
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indicafairyy · 9 years
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Having someone call you psycho and pretty much worthless really sucks..
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cloud-aydenn · 9 years
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On My Own
Sometimes i don’t understand. If i try maybe i can But as for right now, im lost. People struggle with lifes costs. Costs a penny and a dime Crying from time to time. Being on my own was a gift I made it through some shit Being on my own was a curse Things got better, then worse. That relationship we had, forever changed and now were going back, gotta learn the new rules of the game. Never the same again. You let me run free. Said be free like the breeze. I am breeze, free, but so damn lost. This maze keeps getting bigger and i can only handle so Much. Fuck, what am i supposd to do!? Im not you. Im not me either, ive grown up way to damn fast. Lifes kicking my ass. Fast. Speed. Speedballin, speed calling the help line, but no ones there to pick it up this time.
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weirdchills · 7 years
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Dream ⛰️🏕️
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little-affinity · 10 years
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When i was a kid, i was scared of dreams that i may have. But now, id prefer to sleep more because i know that reality is scarier. And it takes a lot longer time to wake up.
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wonderfooled · 10 years
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One day things will be okay. One day
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churmandurr · 10 years
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forever sad bc im not thin or cute or pretty im just kinda here with my dumb face & my dumb body 
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celebaesexual · 10 years
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Going to work instead of Jr/Sr Banquet. Since when did my social life get completely obliterated?😐 i don't wanna grow up. I just want to be responsibility free and eat a whole container of sherbet while watching every season of Skins UK.
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ho-hoe-whore · 11 years
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What you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person
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All I want to do right now is get in my car and drive to Maine and spend the weekend in a cottage on the beach alone.
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welcome-to-my-level · 11 years
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Nobody knows your pain. They aren't you. They might understand. But they don't really know.
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You
    You linger in my skin, standing always just beyond my eyesight. If I turn my head quick enough, will I see your blue eyes peering over my shoulder? Will I see that half smile crease your lips as you realize the depth of my feelings for you? If I stand silently, breathing as slowly as I ever have, will I be able to feel your arms wrap around me, pulling me close as you rest your cheek against my head?     You stay hidden, a shadow in my eyelashes, refusing to step into the light. When I blink, I almost see your outline, as if through slow steady rain. It’s a shame that rain is actually tears sliding ever so gently through my eyelash shadows leaving not so secret stains on my face. My face that not so long ago you traced with your fingertips as I lay silently on your chest. My face that not so long ago you smiled upon seeing outside your door as I came in from the cold.     You walk one step behind me as I go through my apartment, locking up turning off gathering stuff for the night. If I walk more slowly will you speed up to meet me stride for stride? If I sleep on one side of the bed instead of in the middle will I feel your fingers slide between mine as I fall asleep, your arm beneath my head?     You stand outside the reach of the nightlight as I slide into bed, reaching for my blanket, tucking my pillow under my chin. If I whisper, “Please”, will you join me now in the dark? If I admit, “I miss you”, will you curl up against me, fitting your legs behind mine? If I sigh, “Where are you”, will you pull me close, murmuring against my hair, “Here. I’m right here, doll”? 
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