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I'm standing on top of it all.
kay-kay. feliz tomada por mi novio jdn. <3 Ill step back just to watch the world and breathe in the beauty.
Enough with this distance bullshit. COME HERE NOW.
Question is, Ben…
Why the fuck you stalking my tumblr months after we break up and how the fuck did you even find it? I am the stalker? Ok, thats cool, but so are you. And considering I wrote the post 4 months ago, its not stalking you if its the same time period we were dating #dipshit
I like my secrets, but sometimes I wish the person I love would ask me in and to see them. Even if that means I reject them or hesitate. I want to know they care enough to see that deep into my despairs and into what I keep hidden from them out of shame or worry or from just being fucking scared.
Please don’t call me.
There’s been days when I really wish I could make you look at me and I mean REALLY LOOK AT ME and discover that I have found happiness in just being myself. That you did not define who I am. You changed me in ways unspeakable, yes, but in the end when you left, I found myself again…and I found I had not liked who I had become. What you did is not unforgiveable, but its not able to be fixed. I don’t harbor resentment or bitterness towards you anymore, but I still believe what you did was wrong. Granted maybe I read too many love quotes or other sick bullshit, but its also something I know in the depths of my hearts… That you should go to any lengths to ensure someone of your love for them. There comes a point in time where you have to stop being so goddamn selfish and start to embrace those who have stuck around you and loved you for you. And return the favor. There’s so much I always wanted to say to you, but never could because I was scared. I don’t want to be scared anymore. But you should know, you’re in my past, and more than likely you will stay that way. I still love you, but I don’t believe you love me. So please don’t call me.
Untitled: Sex isn't better than love.
I don’t remember when we fell asleep. All my mind recalls is the moans and hushed screams as you begged for more. The night was old as we continued to climb to that euphoria of numbness and ecstasy. Yet when I woke, you still in my arms, I smiled with all my heart and held onto you as if the moon…
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4 months ago - 
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19 Why do I always pick the douche guys? They’re nice to me but it seems like no one else.
I should leave before I get hurt. I always run it’s better than being left.
Brick wall
I always pick the worst. I mean, really, how hard is it to comfort someone? How hard is it to convince someone you really do care? Saying it means one thing, but feeling it is a total different story… If you can’t make me feel it, you’re words might as well be meaningless. You should be talking to a brick wall. I bet you could get it to break down to you faster than I could.
