January 2011
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First rule, never let them change you Rule two, do...
Best parents in the world?
itspeterkha:
I don’t understand why I’m being spoiled at this age and exactly at this moment in my life.
My parents shower me presents and let me do whatever I want despite the fact that I am a huge disappointment and complete waste of all their efforts. I could literally ask for anything and they’ll willingly give it away. Thing is I just don’t. I’m pretty much satisfied for what I already...
Worthwhile
dinhosaurr:
My hatred for the act of marking an anniversary with your lover with a series of numbers to represent the day you were ‘official’ and creating the impression that it holds some significance is further fueled by some attitudes which seem to imply that your significant other > everyone else on the basis that they are your significant other and that alone, which is obviously not the...
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Little Black Cat
There’s a little black cat sitting in the window with four white paws and a white snip on his nose. He’s staring out at the world from his windowsill on the second floor apartment, taking in the bustling human world that’s far to serious for him to really care about. You watch him start to groom his sleek, shimmering coat as a large truck breaks down with an assortment of loud swear words form the...
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She played with the idea of suicide like a ball of dark clay in her hands. Molding it, shaping it, squeezing it, forming shapes: pointed, rounded, smooth, rough. Slitting her wrists, jumping off buildings and bridges, pointing guns to the brainstem. She noticed the clay made marks on her hands, that it was damp, and her hands were soon darkened with residue. Black hands were appropriate after...
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Two heads are better than one.
I think it’s rather useless weighing out pros and cons if you’ve already decided the result before hand. It’s not much use thinking over the possibilities if your ideas will be biased. At times when you can’t decide, if permitted by time, it’s best to ask for friendly advice. Ask someone who knows you well enough to argue with your decisions, let them be on the side that you can’t see yourself in,...
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The faint sound of an alarm rings as the sudden image of Mila’s eyes slowly opening come into view. The view spans out to the image of her room as you can see Mila lying casually and gracefully atop her bed, almost as though she is floating just above it. Her hand reaches for her phone to turn off the alarm, all with her eyes fixated softly on the ceiling above. In the silence she lies there a...
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It’s nice to know that there are people around you who are willing to help in your time of need but would you still think the same if you knew that they’re only there because they feel the need to repay you for all the favours you’ve done for them? It may be a little pessimistic thinking like such but you can’t help but think who amongst the people that surround you have a genuine intention. ...
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The balcony
Tall and plain the glass door slides open smooth as it has been opened many a times before. The balcony before her, a concrete slab suspended in air with a thin minimalist iron rail coated in a layer of rust. The view below and beyond is nothing short of mundane. The familiar sound of footsteps from the sidewalk etched up close to the building from below, with nothing but faceless windows to long...
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The biggest lesson a writer learns in life is that not everyone is going to enjoy what you create. Not every novel is a best seller, not every piece of literature will be appreciated and not every word in a poem, song, haiku, etc. will be understood. Still does that mean that you should give up on your writing because of it, no. It simply means you must push yourself harder the next time around. I...
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She dances so lonely
The cold rain splashes softly on her exposed shoulders. Her white summer dress clings, chilled and wet, to her body as she moves her sun kissed body to the sound of the rain.
She’s lost in a trance, her violet eyes do not open; but it doesn’t seem like she needs to see where she’s going. Her soul is guiding her body along the forest path. The tree limbs and bushes shake as if giving her an...
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Wind Beyond Belief
The wind will still blow, even though we can’t see it. We never doubt or ask questions about that logic. Assuming no matter what, this element, this phemonenom, will always exist. However, everything else, in life, we need proof. Not allowing our hearts to believe because we are afraid to get hurt. To me it seems silly that we trust the wind, an unexplainable thing, but not each other. We got this...
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There she was again, standing outside the house in the snow. The blizzard twisted her around and around, she dipped in and out of reality. You watched as her body flickered through the falling white, watching her dance and spin. Was she real, or just your imagination playing up? You wanted to go outside and call to her, to catch her and ask who she was. But you didn’t want to miss the moments of...
Fake Sweet Guys, Real Assholes.
journeytoheaven:
You know why some girls like assholes?
It’s ‘cause the assholes know how to keep it real with them. It’s hard for a girl to trust a sweet guy ‘cause although he might be sweet on the outside, he might have bad intentions on the inside. At least with an asshole, she’ll know that he ain’t afraid to speak his mind.
She’d rather be with an asshole who’s real, than a sweet guy...
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Keep reading. Keep dreaming.
The first time he saw her was in the local library at the beginning of the summer before he entered high school. He had been wandering through rows upon rows of novels, searching for his next escape from reality. He was getting frustrated though. He had read and reread almost every book on the shelves before him. He finally decided that if he didn’t find anything in the last section, he wouldn’t...
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You should all be familiar with this song.
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You should all be familiar with this song.
Anonymous asked: your fkn ugly mate !
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"You're too good for me. I don't deserve you."
weeeenhi:
What is that you don’t deserve, honestly? What makes this person so completely out of your league that you don’t even deserve them?
I don’t understand. If this person is genuinely treating you nicely. Would you rather give that up and settle for someone who will treat you poorly?
So is what you deserve is being treated poorly? So then why complain when someone mistreats you during a...
Something new
I want to try something with audio, so if you want to hear your named called out then tell me.
This is what I sound like.
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weeeenhi:
TROLLIN’
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Today, my boyfriend was going down on me. After...
itspeterkha:
I dislike movies with unsatisfactory endings. It’s as if someone dug a hole and left it, forgetting to fill it in, and I’m just left staring at that hole that someone forgot about.
itspeterkha:
I dislike movies with unsatisfactory endings. It’s as if someone dug a hole and left it, forgetting to fill it in, and I’m just left staring at that hole that someone forgot about.
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I am happy!
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I am happy!
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Some people say writing is a way of releasing yourself and that it makes them feel better in some sense. I don’t find this method to work for me, I’d rather sit down and have a nice thorough talk with someone in order to rid myself of all stress and frustration.
Writing would be of the same equivalence as talking to a wall. Sure, you illustrated your thoughts into words but...
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weeeenhi:
There are real bloggers, you just haven’t located them. Do you know how many people have tumblrs? It’s not only the asian society, okay?
Open you beanie little eyes and mind to the fact that tumblr is national wide public site. American and Caucasian people do exist you know? There are people who actually just fill their blog with thoughts and writing rather than photos. But some of...
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Some people say writing is a way of releasing yourself and that it makes them feel better in some sense. I don’t find this method to work for me, I’d rather sit down and have a nice thorough talk with someone in order to rid myself of all stress and frustration.
Writing would be of the same equivalence as talking to a wall. Sure, you illustrated your thoughts into words but...
The 22 Year Old Cop.
agony-of-thai:
I’m utterly speechless right now. I don’t know where to start.
Just a couple minutes ago the words of 22 year old cop had been thrown at me for a long ass time. My Mother had called a cop in for some reason. Who knows why I don’t even care anymore. Screw it. I pretty much remember exactly what this dude said.
We sat down. Dude never met me but he understood me 100%. Lectured me...
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"k", "lol", "yeah" and "haha".
weeeenhi:
One word replies. I hate them the most.
You really can’t expect me to fight for our conversation to continue consecutively. Oh sure I can reply with something. But you know what? It’s going to die every time because you’re not even trying. I’m not even going to try. So don’t whine how we don’t talk.
You’re boring to talk to anyways.
Recommended Blogs
Sometimes I tend to glance over the side at the “Recommended Blogs” section and I see one of the most ridiculous blogs out and I wonder to myself who in their right mind would recommend such a pile of shit so being curious, I hover my mouse over their name and who is it that I find?
Tumblr bot.