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"breaking it makes perfect sense but so does tending to it. braving through choices — it’s never as simple as defeating monsters or leveling-up. cowering is always the safest choice - let fate decide. but it usually is the source of regret. luck runs out. face the truth."

— patintero

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"one of these days it’s going to stop, but it makes me wonder if it’s worth giving up. was there even anything wrong with it in the first place? make me quit then and i’ll see where it goes from there."

— downward skipping

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Anonymous asked: tumblrmarketing(.)com is showing how silly tumblr is. they'd do worse than facebook in the stock market. just giving free shit away

and i shouldn’t take this as black propaganda because…?

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i iz dead

i iz dead

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGIE!! :D

(Source: mamemimomu737, via yoonyultv)

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kisses and misses

i’m not sure how anyone feels when i tell her/him that i miss her/him, but if there’s something certain about these kinds of situations, it’s the fact that when i do say “I MISS YOU” to someone upfront (not online), it only means that i do — and i really do — miss that person like no one else.

but not that i’m saying that i don’t actually miss the people i say “i miss you” to online because i DO miss them too. it’s just that it’s different when i say it upfront. ‘cause it always takes ALL of my courage to say those three simple words. it’s never easy for a person like me, who’s always had difficulty conveying what i really feel, especially my genuine emotions.

phew. i’m exposing a lot by typing this entry down but i put it out there because i know a few people i’ve said “i miss you” to who truly deserve knowing now how special they are to me - how close they are to my normally protected heart.

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we don’t

maybe we don’t expect people to know how we feel - but we maybe feel that ounce of self-pity that maybe others would, at the very least, understand.

i’m a coward and i know that. i protect myself more than anyone ever thought i do. i hide behind blogs, indecipherable status messages and smiles and jokes.

the more i joke around, the more i fool around and the more i smile, i finally admit to myself that i’m hurting more than i thought i could hide.

:(

i’m tired. i want to be out in the sea but i could never bring myself to jump out of this small tank. a lot of people need me.

God is good and i know that. everyday, He gives me reason to stay and know that i made the best choice by staying. i met a lot of people who make my stay worthwhile.

but maybe, after all, i’m human and tripping is a thing that happens. and being the fool that i am, tripping is practically a thing i do.

i’m there again - that point where i rub my knees from hurting them. i have tripped again. but i keep wondering if maybe this was an old scar - one i’ll just keep splitting open over and over.

but i’ll make it out.

in the words of Jason Wade, “give me a few hours, i’ll have this all sorted out.”

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"and it just goes like this"

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