Got To Be Real
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Submitted by truongicity
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Sweet Serendipity: I hate being jealous.
Right now, and pretty much every other time I get jealous, I feel weak. I feel vulnerable and fragile. Like anything in the world could upset me, it wouldn’t even matter how good or bad it was. If it made me doubt, it would cause me to be upset even more. I start letting everything get to me. Things I’m long over; things that happened in the past. And the further I fall, the more my brain hurts me. I let myself feel weak. Because I am. I’m weak when it comes to jealousy. it makes me feel insecure and the more memories that are brought back, the more insecure I feel. I guess, I dont know how else to explain myself. for my stupid little tantrums and getting upset so easily. Jealousy is my weakness. It knows how to get me, and it gets me good. it makes me hate myself. It makes me wish things that I dont even want. It just hurts. It gets me exactly where it wants me. Trust me, if I could change this about me, I would. But i guess i’ll just have to learn to live with it. And if you really love me, you will too.
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”Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
Dr. Seus (via iamcarlinmaye)
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”A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
Irish Proverb (via kiraplatinum)
(Source: iheartloons)
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I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.
(Source: katnerds)
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Butters is wonderful.
I never thought I’d identify with anything from South Park, but damn. This is kind of like Arthur’s speech about happiness in Cabin Pressure.
This could quite possibly be the most important thing I learned during my four month stay in the South Park fandom. This is super legitimate; I live by this notion.
People like Butters are my favorite kind of people. No lie.
Oh, I love you, Butters.
(Source: south-park-gifs)
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Si Daniel John Ford ka ba? Kasi, ikaw ang DANIELan ng pagngiti ko at laging anJOHN sa puso ko FORDa...
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Ang swerte ng cousin ko... :"(
Friends kasi sila ni Kathryn ehh. Ganito yung story:
Taga-Cebu kasi...
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CTO :)
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:D
