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You could’ve chosen the girl with green eyes and long hair, who loves going out on dates and likes to cook for you, who always takes long baths and listens to music while doing her homework, who loves coffee and peppermint tea, who smiles at strangers and is crazy about sunsets, you could’ve chosen the girl who laughs like a princess and loves her parents, who reads poems and does yoga, who doesn’t eat meat and smells of vanilla, who is obsessed by sudoku and animes, who would play the piano for you and would adore your big brown eyes, you could’ve chosen the girl who teaches you how to treat a woman, who doesn’t get angry at you and isn’t jealous at all, who is passionate about photography and music, who laughs at your silly jokes and knows how to get what she wants, you could’ve chosen the girl who likes roses and “The walking dead”, who knows her worth and likes to play videogames, who would love to dance, especially for you and would love to watch with you movies about super heroes,  but you chose me and I’m still wondering why.

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I’m still wondering why.

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I thought you were a good person but you messed up and you used me and you still don’t remember when my birthday is and you never even knew my middle name. And you tricked me into thinking you wanted the same things as me and you acted like you cared about what I was doing on the weekends and how my sister’s classes were but I don’t think you really cared about anything at all. And there’s a lot I should have said to you but the only thing I want you to know now is that none of that was okay but I am.

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person A: *has spent, like, 98% of his time trying to show B how much he loves him* person B: you like me?…..i had no idea… person A: 

i could disappear and no one would notice

I have two moods

One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep

the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions

there is no inbetween

Have u ever looked at someone and hope they stay in your life forever

Ideas for a character that used to be in a gang? What sort of problems might he have now (he's already a kleptomaniac)?

Hi! Here’s a bit of a mix of ideas and problems:

● Old gang is trying to get him back● On parole/ watched by the police ● Criminal record makes getting a job harder ● Feels like he needs a group of friends or a family (as one appeal of gangs is the loyalty) ● Hard to not resort to violence during a disareement ● Lacks a home or money since he was dependent on the gang ● Afraid of walking into gang territory and getting caught back up in the mess● Has to constantly check his morals to make sure he doesn’t slip into crime again ● Almost too nice because he’s trying to make up for his past ● Old rival gangs mess with him/ hurt him● Lost in terms of his goal for life● Struggles to reconcile with family ● Unsure of how to act around old gang members ● Snitched on his old gang and has to watch his back now● Can’t decide what to do with his illegal prosessions or money ● Protesters harass him becuase he was involved in a shooting a long time ago that involved a stray bullet and unintended victim ● Drug addict/ alcoholic/ smoker ● Feels overwhelmingly guilty about people he’s killed, hurt, or helped to kill (visits the graves) ● Tries to cover up gang tattoo

“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.

Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)

“I got a chance to have a small conversation with her.”. She said. “She’s indeed nice. And she’s an interesting person.”. She continued, as she smiled a little. She knew what she has to say. She needed to let him go, and she knew only one person who could take care of him more than anyone else. Of course it will hurt her so much but some things never lasts the way we wanted it to. “I know you weren’t mine anymore. Or maybe you were never even mine from the very start. The moment I saw the two of you together, I knew then that I lost you already even if you haven’t told me about it yet. You know it hurts, but you have no idea how much it would affect me and my damn heart. Because it’s me, who will have to fight these feelings of mine, just to make you happy. Just to see you smile, I need to hide every little tear that’s going to come out. But don’t worry about it, I can do that—for you. Anything for you. I always do that, right? ”. She smiled as if she can’t feel any pain inside her. She wasn’t mad at him. She wasn’t mad at anyone else. She was just so sad she thinks she can’t say any word anymore. But in the end, she told him one thing she hoped he would do. She gently grabbed his hands and said, “Please do me one last favor. Please be happy. This time, please be really happy—do it for me. Will you? ”. Without waiting for an answer, she let go of his hands and walked away—without looking back. But with the acceptance that things between them will never be the same anymore.

ma.c.a // Love and Understanding (via vomitingwords)