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Some people are less social butterflies and more social moths; they come out at night and are drawn to bright shiny things that are bad for them.

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for real though, personal posts get a bad rap
like i will see people apologize for making a lot of them and i’m just
dude
a) it’s YOUR blog, you can recite the greek alphabet one post at a time if you really want to
b) you don’t owe your followers shit
c) personal posts are fucking interesting, man. if i am following a blog i am okay! with knowing about the person behind that blog! nobody’s gonna begrudge you having a life outside the intermajig and talking about it.
*SMASHES the reblog button into a million pieces*
He pulled her till he was close enough to drop his head onto her shoulder. Softly, so only she could hear, he whispered, “I’m always making mistakes with you, aren’t I?”
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What I love most about a desert is the loneliness, I could finally hear my peaceful voice

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Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.
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Recently I discovered that I never truly recovered from the memories that are hiding undercover in my distorted, and defiled mind.
J.A.Fiddy ( @jarfidd )
Senseless Love
I gave you oceans of love You let me drown Filling my lungs with hatred
I felt a burning passion for you A fire of eternal love You burnt my heart to cinders
I gifted you with roses Beautiful crimson red You stung me with every thorn
I said “I love you” You proved to me regret
You carry So much love in your heart Give some to yourself
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Painful brown eyes
Eyes so capturing Mesmerizing rolling tears Urge to kiss away

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Naked Truth
Let’s get naked At 3 am When I’m most vunerable Strip me down Taste the truth upon my lips See my naked soul All the curves of my heart Devour it all
I want to hear words You’ll regret confessing I want a string between us Tied together by secrets A bond feared to be broken
Let’s sit on the balcony Naked smoking cigarettes Watching the city lights Beautiful blurry fires Setting our eyes to sky up high Mesmerizing the dancing fireflies Wishing upon a falling star Break the rules reveal the wish
Broken youth Smoking Lip locking Tasting the naked truth
A beautiful canvas
With my body as your canvas You highlighted my faults Told me they're not so bad You painted my smile Kissed my beautiful crimson red lips To taste your masterpiece Blended scars on my wrists Making me shiver on every stroke of your brush upon my sensitive palms You painted my eyes Removing the blurry tears You drew friendly faces On the monsters that used to haunt me in my dreams You drew an escape door from my nightmares You drew me a map of my destination In a land away from the bad people You drew me all the things I needed to see The beautiful human I really am You drew the best in me You painted my heart Covering the cracks with glitter You drew a lock on it Just to keep it safe and secure But it's not the painting nor the drawing that saved me It's what you wrote... When I thought I was a bad human A girl with a ruthless heart Eyes that couldn't give a tear about anyone That made flowers cry You made me realise I'm not a bad person I was only surviving In a horrible storm with a beautiful heart Turning me into a beautiful masterpiece of a storm That's worth walking through You wrote on my heart "I Love You..." And I simply couldn't erase it...

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"Letting you go Was easier than letting you in Because I knew from the start When I looked into your troubled eyes You're going to be a mistake"
The real love poetry is about my mentality. I feel like I have to apologise for all the lies, all of the deceit, and all the times I cheated on you with different mental-states. But trust me, I hated you more than I ever loved you.
Love poem for my mentality. // Written by J.A.Fiddy ( @jarfidd )