stories - three

There is no story.
There never was.

stories - two

Death makes me really sad. Anyone's death. People dying, in general. It just upsets me terribly... :'-(

stories - one

Baths. Ah, the sound of clean, pure foamy water filling a metal pail to its brim...

Do you how luxurious that feels? To hear that sound. And to feel that warm, clean water kiss your skin.

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I don't know where I am going with this but I thought of making up silly stories. I wish I could write a book...

With LOVE from Jessa #Girls #HBO

“I don’t like women telling other women what to do or how to do it or when to do it.”

—

Jessa

Last night.

"Everything was weird. Suddenly... I realised I hated the world less, and hated ME more. It was a conceited feeling. It didn't make me feel anything. Except a rage to destruct and destroy. Get rid of everything that I collected. Stop thinking so darned much. Do something good for a change. Not just have thoughts of things. It felt weird. These hateful feelings are wearing on me. I am trying... But I feel like things are not on my side anymore. Good forces... Karma, whatever you may call it. The nights I hate the most. Because I can't sleep and then I can't wake when morning breaks. My body fights with my brain and always win. It makes me detest my skin. This lump of flesh. I feel useless... People keep telling so. I am writing a hateful tale... I need your help. Please help me, I pray to you - everyday. Help me, please..."

Until Next Time!

Hey everyone (by everyone, I mean four people really),

Hiiii. How are you? I think I creeped some of you out last week? Or the ones actually reading this blog. I was just slightly sad. As I usually seem to be, lately. But there is a beautiful book I have been safe-keeping, for now... I'll use it soon. It's a little book of tear-out cards - SUCH A CLEVER IDEA! - and the artist is such a sweet person, too. I cannot wait enough to present the first card to someone, already. :'-)

How are you today? Is everything okay? Do you miss someone? Are you in love with someone? Tell me what that is like? Listening to a track called Perdóname by Deorro feat. DyCy and Adrian Delgado. I really like it! I feel like dancing. :-D I am sitting with Rainbow, Racile's puppy. He is so cute. I wish he was real. :'-(

Bye for now,

krypton02

:'-( x Parte Deux

He will tell you how beautiful you are, and how he loves the way your lips just beg to be kissed when you aren’t even wearing lipstick. He will remember the story of your childhood you told him at 3AM months ago. He will make promises, and never break them. He will text you back in the middle of the night, because he’s home, and not out getting drunk. He will sacrifice his happiness for yours, and he will treat you how you finally deserve to be treated.

But you won’t accept it, you will continue to question his honesty, you will wonder why it took him an hour longer to reply, you will never expect the good out of a promise. You have been so use to receiving one word responses, and pointless phone conversation, so you don’t really know how to take this. When you two go out, you watch his eyes, not only because they are beautiful, but to make sure they don’t wander to the girl’s walking around.

You will be so fucked up by the past you won’t even be able to enjoy the present, so I’m telling you, don’t let it mess with your happiness. Don’t let the jerk that broke your heart break it again without even being in your life. Because when this guy tells you he loves you, he means it, because every beat in his heart says your name, every breath he breathes, he’s soaking you in. He just wants you, and you want him too. So don’t fuck it up, please don’t. (via ynesterday)

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

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b i t t e r c h o c o l a t e l e m o n s l o v e

Let me also remind you.
Nobody will ever care more about you...
Than you.
Except your parents of course. The love stops there.
No friend, lover, nobody else - zilch.
Unless they were connected to you by an umbilical cord, too.

So just do what you gotta do.
Be what you gotta be.
People come and go. Be an animal. I'm the fluffy kind.
Disappointments sting, but being able and capable feels like sunshine on your skin.
Trust no one. Especially Ted!