Im having beef prosperity burger peppered w joy, twister fries twist of fortune and..erm normal fries and coke? Haah (Taken with instagram)
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
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| — | Keith Miller (via helloly) |
ask: “why do people always bring up the past?”
“why do people always let the past infiltrate the present?”
what if…
you’re at the top of the world and you find that you’re treading on thin ice and there’s nothing left beneath the ice and it’s cracking?
that you always feel so confident of yourself but it only takes one tiny thing to turn it all around and you realise how insecure a person you really are and you hate it you hate being the way you are but you cannot help it.
you cannot help the feelings that engulf your heart when you see, when you know, when you hear, when you prepare yourself over and over again for all that you think you already know, but you don’t. when it comes, it crushes you, gently at first and you think you are going to get over it and you think you are beginning to breathe better but it overwhelms you and your heart goes into a crazy dip and you think you could die from trying too hard to keep your breathing softer, steadier.
that you hate the way you are, the way you….get upset over things and cannot recover from them no matter how hard you try and you try too hard and you get upset with yourself.
why?
and i ask myself if i’m being too harsh on myself and that maybe, just maybe, i’m just being normal, and what i’m feeling is normal and so i ask around and they say i am normal, then what does that make you and me and us?
i don’t understand myself and that’s what i finally came to understand. that i really, really, do not understand myself at all. the one who can’t keep her breathing soft, the one who can’t seem to calm down and stop herself from feeling the pain from something that should not even come close to hurting her. i don’t understand myself and why should i expect anyone to?
i can’t….breathe.
