Too many secrets, the more I find the more my heart cracks.

Slow walk to 116th

Do the good times make up for the bad times? I don’t know how much my heart can handle at such an innocent age, things will get better, they always do.. at least that is what I keep telling myself. It’s like we’re both living in the same book, just on different chapters, where the constant thought lingers of how this one may end up. I’m in this endless state of mind of happiness, laughter, love, and affection that’s turns into fighting and biting and screaming and making love and deep talks.
Nothing else in the world could possible matter more in the moment then when I’m with him.. nothing.

So why do I feel like running when I’m happy my feet are glued to the ground.

His knowledge is salacious

I do what I do cause I do it

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Alice in Wonderland on We Heart It.

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

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I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to be sad about anything anymore.

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I hate the things you make me feel,
but I will never hate you.

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My imagination can either be a very beautiful place, or the scariest.

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