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God gave me the courage to show you: you are not...
During one of our MAGiS experiences, we were told to think of a character, and then move according to how we feel that character would be like. Sub-conciously, I found myself as a fairy. A powerful fairy that could rule a kingdom. I commanded all my workers to build a strong defense over the castle.
Then what struck me was when this question was asked: How could your friends help you?
I then...
you just made me feel like you don’t know what you’re saying, and yeah, that is exactly what everyone would think is an airhead. i hope you get your balls stuck in a moving escalator.
Honestly, the saddest part about finding yourself is losing you altogether. And it doesn’t matter if it affects me or not, it breaks my heart seeing what you’ve become. They’re like drugs, they get you high and they kill you slowly inside you don’t even know it. What really matters is is that what you really want ultimately?
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All the silly ideas.. They’ll drown you before your toes even touch the water.
When the veins are broken and blood stains the cuffs, who is the one after all that is really suffering?
The thought that you'll never, ever be mine
oh, stanley cup. how much i wish to even hold you in my arms and take lovely photos of us kissing. to have my name engraved on your stand. to even have a glimpse of you hiding in my cupboard.
no, that will never happen. because i’m not in america, and i’m not a man, and i am not in NHL. i don’t think we’ll ever have the chance to meet.
i’m sad.
