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— A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler (via ablogwithaview)
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it’s official, im getting rid of all my art stuff, maybe sell a few. I don’t even want the work I’ve finished. I don’t want any of it.
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I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
— Unknown (via nee-nah8)
For a long time, you told me to stop getting so wound up over the little things, to stop dipping into misery, and even to stop being such a psycho.
And for a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me.
You made me feel like I wasn’t normal.
That I can’t be loved because I’m too emotional and sensitive and, apparently, psychotic.
But that’s not it.
The truth is, you should have accepted me for all that I was, even my stubborness and stropping and, yes, okay, maybe I took things to heart too much. But that is all a part of me. A big part, perhaps, but then that’s even worse.
You should have been the one to make things better. To lift me up. To change my mood.
But you never did. Instead, you brought me down.
And the moral of this tragic little story is, one day, I will find somebody who makes me better. And I will be so happy and it will be fantastic. And you will wonder how it happened.
And I’ll tell you. Maybe it wasn’t my moods.
Maybe it was just you. You never understood me at all.❞
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