Enjoy!!!!

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Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
-Bob Dylan
— (via jessicalewis)
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Studio Day TWO!!!

Nov 08
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“Anything is better than lies and deceit!”

“Anything is better than lies and deceit!”

(Source: slaughterhouse90210)

Sep 23
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No pain no gain

missing

Jun 05
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I fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness. There was much rejoicing. And then, SHUT! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected. The taste still fresh in my mouth. The smell still on my skin. The feeling left in my fingertips.I fought. I fought hard. But only with myself. Sometimes I wonder if I should have fought harder. With her. With it. Tried to work it out. It all made sense for about fifteen seconds. Just enough time to say, ?You’re right.? What the hell was I thinking. Why didn’t I say … . something. My line of thinking was ?if she doesn’t want it, I don’t want to push it.? Why try to keep her where she doesn’t want to be? But she did want to be there. She had to. She was happy. There were nights I cried. The one she calls when everything is wrong, and when everything is right! She is the one who reaches out for you. For me. She once said ? I need you.? I was done. That was what I was looking for all my life. Those words. For something so pure as this creature to need ME! Could not be real. Could not be my life. But it was. Of course, it WAS! It isn’t anymore. It is gone. So far away. And it will never be there again. I see little pieces of it everywhere. A glance, a smile, a touch. I feel desperate. I feel alone. So much out there. But I only want to hear one thing. Not sure what. But I will know. If I ever get the chance. I will stretch out my fingers, grasp it tightly, and NEVER LET IT GO! But till then; I will be here. With my open hand. And my desperate heart. And my cold skin. Slowly, regrettably, forgetting just enough that I can survive from one day to the next. To remember is to suffer. To see what was and then look at what is. To hear a voice, feel my heart stop. Watch my breath studder in the cold. DDC forever&ever.
— ME
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