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titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
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RMH
Fai_Ryy

oozey mess
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
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The people that are the hardest to love, need it the most. (at Fox Theater - Oakland)
at Berkeley, California
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Those that are the hardest to love need it the most

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That Berkeley life #Berkeley #california #ucberkeley #memorialglade (at University Of Berkeley, California)
Muse
What is a writer without a muse? A lonely pen clinging onto others inspiration, unable to capture any of his own? That is not a problem for me, her aura is the guiding force that takes these scatter thoughts and turns them into pages.
Be Inspired!
Sleep
Oddly enough the need for sleep does not seem so daunting. Usually, the hardest thing before i rest is living within myself. The complete silence is only masked by the constant barrage of memories, future contemplations and concerns of all temporal directions. I feel fine, it could be the weed but rest will find me soon, and the lack of dreams will suffice. However, I wish for grand triumphs that hold feelings of joy well into the morning hours of when I wake.
Same Shit
I thought there may have been a tiny ray of hope at the end of this devastatingly dreary tunnel but I was fucking wrong. I guess I had to hold onto something or I would have lost my mind. But the problem is when hope is introduced into to a person it becomes this humanistic need, to believe that it will come true beyond all odds. The all odds part is what I was facing and I still had this dumb smile on my face that screamed i am an idiot. Guess what? I am an idiot. I broke my heart again, instead of moving on I held on. I lost her twice. The pain, ever so real, and just as intense the second go around. If anyone can learn from me when she says its over, its probably over. I do not mean to say that every situation is hopeless or there is not a way to fight for your lover, just read the fucking situation with some objectivity and logic.
Regards,
The end is near

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A Broken Man
Let me start off by saying I broke my own heart, like tiny little shards of glass they hit the unsuspecting ground. Stupidity is only where my faults begin but I believe we should start there. Lets see, first thing, being as dumb as I am takes talent and dedication. I numb my past pain with current forms of alcohol and the future relationships I have crumble because I am too stupid to see beyond the current situation that I reside; ADDICTION! It seems simple to take blame but to truly understand where, how and for what reason you fucked up is a whole different reality. Many things contribute to my inability to deal with the constant day to day struggle, not limited to but including childhood abuse and this pain, frustration, sadness and anger fills me because of it. I have not found the strength to look beyond the current status of my life and see with eyes of crystal clarity. I sit here a man, broken, a blind broken man looking for the pieces of his heart on the ground with both hands out, like Velma looking for her glasses.
I just want you to knowβ¦. When you smile, I float. When you laugh, I melt. When you cry, I crumble. You are my love.
-Daniel Kyde