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js but I love that you reblog Hozier text posts because I miss him alot and the only time I see anything Hozier related pop up on my dash is when you reblog it so thanks for that <3 I hope you're having a great day (and I absolutely L O V E your blog so much!)

! One Month To Go !

Our love was like the willow Grown tall and fast and strong But when the winds did billow It sung our love's death song / You did own my tender heart But he did own your mind Poisoned words had blown apart Our life, and left you blind / You started to groan and moan Said things that were not true A bruised cheek from a hand thrown And pale skin turned blue / You ended my guiltless life So now you must atone Put down the pillow and knife Repent, and then come home

Multiple studies have the usual answers when it comes to the question: "What do you fear most?" One survey's top answer was public speaking. Another had spiders. Heights, needles, clowns, flying, blood, death, they all appear on one of the many lists. I think they've forgotten some, though. For example, I am scared of magpies. An unfortunate - albeit funny - childhood incident has cemented this fear in my mind. I am also afraid of deep water. The fear of whatever is hiding down in the ocean, over those underwater cliffs, sinking deep into a dark oblivion... It's almost enough to put me off swimming altogether. But what about the other fears, the ones that people are too scared to even admit to? I don't think those that were surveyed were personal enough when it comes to these types of fears. If they had been then there might've been some answers like this: I fear growing up. The transition from child to adult is a frightening thought. Where was Peter Pan when I needed him most? I fear being left behind. My mother wants to die before my father because she can't bear to live a life without him. I doubt she is the only one to have this thought, this fear. I fear falling in love. If it happens, will I know? Will it be real? A repeat fear of deep water: I fear the unknown abyss of love. And, finally, the worst one of all: I fear unrequited love. To be in love with someone who doesn't - and will never - love you back? It's a slow, rotting death, like watching a rose wilt away. Like feeling your heart break one small piece at a time.