Not only do I love your blog ( heh found it ) but I also am secretly infatuated with you. K. here we go I got this idea from a spam msg I received on Facebook lol.. I know you like me but were always way too shy to say so :3 go hit up crushmasher(dót)com (uhh it wont let me do a regular link) then make an acct there. Search for the profile 'justmeandu33' ( obv me ) I posted body pix.. if u can figure out who I am msg me and we'll kick it. CC required for age but it is free. (annoying i know)
Sorry, I don’t get along very well with stangers. Perhaps you could start message me by showing your account, rather than appear as an anonymous. I would respect that more, you see. Thanks.
I’ve been thinking about why I always fuck everything up for myself. And this is the best way I can explain: This is how it started for me. It was good, then it started going wrong. Then someone else escaped. The gravity holding us together was gone. We were floating in the space. It’s kinda easy when you’ve got nothing ‘cause nothing can be taken away from you. But I don’t want nothing anymore.
And I feel perfectly fine… I hope it continues. Thank God I’m always good at letting go. Things, circumstances, even person. I’m a perfectly grown woman. Able to open up to changes. I accept bad things, so that I can achieve more great things…
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.”—Stephen King (via thebluebookeater)