If i could.
if i could, i’d get to know someone better, or i’d meet someone new. Because then, i can have a new adventure. All i want is an adventure, some drama, romance, comedy, love. i’d : sit and talk with them run as far as i could with them explain myself save them let them save me. fight wars with them. discover who we are. keep going. and smile. because then...
Harry Potter | Marchin On →
today was a mother fucking slap in the face.
you have to love harry potter, to fall in love... →
i don't like it when my emotions tell me to go...
i fear the day i wake up and think about my mistakes, because hey. I’m who i am, i have no regrets, it’s who i am today, but really, who am i? I try so hard to be myself, never something i’m not. But it’s impossible to let everybody like you for who you are. It doesn’t work like that. I’m hiding behind a mask, a huge mask. I don’t normally let my feelings...
one of those days where you just wait.
today was one of those days where you can’t take it anymore, you have to let it out. i bottle everything down inside me, then i can’t take it any longer. So i cry, i scream, i yell. Today i cried, because i try and try and try. Maybe not as hard as i should, agreed. But i do, i put myself for others first, if someones upset with me, i hate it, i want to be friends with everyone, make...
it’s not love if you wake up in the morning, and it’s gone. The feelings mutual. You feel nothing. THAT’S HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.
silence is just a quiter way to lie.
half the people i am following are following me. Im following 42 people. yes, that’s right, i have 21 people following me. OMFGGGGGGG I LOVE THIS. <3 gaw guys, made me feel spesh. it’s stupid. i know.
i think i should make this a new hobby, become a proffesional tumblrist. <3 i love pictures, because they speak loud when you run out of words. They give you new meaning to things you didn’t even know about. And taking a picture, well, that’s just reminding you of what it was like, what you did, it’s a memory, concealed forever, on a piece of delicate paper. So yeah,...
past is the past, the memory still hurts.
Being reminded of the past is like living a rollercoaster again and again. Sometimes its fun, whizzing around, recallling things that were fun again and again. But then you hit it. That one memory, that you want to forget. But you can’t, and it hits you like knives. The hurt in their eyes, the dispair in their lips, is somewhat telling you, what you just said, bought back a bad memory.....
moshingzombies asked: Kim! Thankyou for the chat earlier, i appreciate it muchly :'] <33
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