#true and honest

[eyfay]

Never faked my "I miss you" and "I love you", Only thing I faked is "I'm Okay".

[removrrr]

Romantic!!!

[prettykittybxtch]

🖍️🖤 red to match the blood of my enemies

[sarasakyfreesoul]

Hi everyone! I just want to share a few things I've learned and noticed. Here, people are highly artificial and mostly run away from life and problems. When you meet someone, they usually wear a mask, they don't reveal who they really are. It was never clear to me, why hide what you really are? Be honest with people, and don't create an image of yourself just to make someone like you!!! I especially want to draw attention to the women and girls here who already have boyfriends or husbands, don't let someone here distract you and destroy what you have built for years with your loved one. Most of the men here have wives at home or girlfriends. Of course, there are good and honest ones as well, but pay attention.

I have wonderful friends here on this site, and it's only because of them I'm still here.

Enjoy the holidays with your loved ones. 🍀🎄

[shiftythrifting]

[sassywiththesas]

Your presence is my medicine for my everyday problems, your voice is my melody in the loudness, your eyes are my peace in the world of darkness.

-sassy

[rqbossman]

Hello Alex! It is lovely to see you here. How are the horrors treating you?

I always found humans more troubling if I'm honest.

[cartoondrawer]

A certain ship is starting to grow on me..cough cough..ehm.

[voparwave69]

My boyfriend suggested I make my cars license plate say CODMODE because he loves gamzeew cod piece. Should I do this

[removrrr]

[prettykittybxtch]

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture)

Like a lazy ass mf 😂

[itsnotmehuman]

LET'S GET DRUNK AND TELL EACH OTHER ALL THE THINGS WE ARE NOT BRAVE ENOUGH TO SAY SOBER.

[ezbecomestiny]

My favourite kind of emptiness is evening & night - it makes me feel like a fairy, like I could float away like a balloon

It’s my safe

[gloriousgalaxycollection]

Lead me off this cliff

I feel helpless, my hands tied under your admiring gaze. They’re bleeding from being roped in by your heart, bleeding from all the little cuts of your ignorance. I cannot be your dream when I’m writhing in pain.

You would read that and be offended, feel betrayed, but this isn’t about you. This is about the rope breaking my hands, about the silence I was sworn to, about the truth, about what I have been bred and raised for. This is about the fact that there’s nothing wrong with that. Your protection and shielding have inflicted more damage on me than when I almost got run over by a car when I was twelve, more than when I’d drink myself into a frenzy to forget that my hands were tied. Now I’m on my knees, begging you to slow down, that my arms are straining with trying to keep up with the rope. That I would run and leap and break every single bone in my legs if I could to follow you, but that my head hurts from all the times I threw it against a wall. It hurts from when I would get dizzy just sitting up. That I can’t think hard enough to force my legs to move faster. That I can’t force my arms to bend so that they can stretch out more to reach you, to reach your assuredness, to reach your resilience, to reach your sensitivity.

Don’t you get it?

My soul died that day. I told you that. I meant that. I was yelling, and I never yell. I became someone I’m not because I died that day. And ever since then, I’ve felt like a lifeless corpse. I feel nothing and everything, and I hope I fall off this cliff you’re dragging me over before you realize it.

[trip9love]

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