I sit here in front of the computer, listening to deftones, and begging for someone not to judge me. my words feel heavy, as if every word i type is about to mock me and my behaviour for the last few days. As i sit here in this coffee shop, i wonder.. how did it become of this? How did I get so angry, so bitter? I guess this is what happens when you try your best to fix the broken glass. Sometimes, things are meant to break. They shatter, and they just cant be fixed. No matter how hard you try.  

Chance

Do things happen for a reason? Its something I ask myself every time something hits hard in my heart. Is there such a thing as fate, written in the stars? Do bad things happen to pave way for the good things, or is it the other way around? Aren’t you ever curious, why things happen? Is there such a thing as coincidence?

I recently received an sms from an old love who told me he was leaving the country, maybe for good, to chase his dreams. In that tiny fraction of a moment, my heart dropped. Some say that I never got over him, and that may well be true. Someone so alike, almost unreal uncanny connection, it’s not something I am able to forget so easily. With our bitter ending, I remember each second of our disastrous date. It bothers me that I felt so empty at the thought of him leaving.

I’ll be lying if i said I dont think of him often. I do, I wonder what he’s up to. I wonder if he stopped working that horrible job. I wondered what it would be like if I had a second chance.. all these things started running through my mind until I realised, maybe it was meant to be.

Maybe that sms served as a reminder that I should stop thinking about the past, and move on to the future. Maybe it was a reminder for me to see realize good my life is now. Maybe it was a reminder for me not to hurt or treat someone the way I treated him, because to lose a good thing in your life is probably the most heartbreaking thing a human can feel.

Or maybe it wasn’t a coincidence at all, and it is what it is. one text message. A text message. nothing more, nothing less. 

I wish him well in his endeavours. He’s a talented soul. Things just weren’t meant to work out, even if you do listen to that same old Johnny Cash tune. 

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People need loving the most when they deserve it the least - John Harrigan

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OMG THE NATIONALS ARE COMING TO PERTH THIS NOVEMBER!!!!!!!

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peachcity:

PLEASE WATCH THIS AND SHARE IF YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR COUNTRY. Do you know all those ads on TV telling you the Gulf Coast is safe? Do you know those BP commercials telling you they care about their employees, that they’ve cleaned up the spill? Well, here’s a video of a woman who was a one of the thousands of clean-up crew members… 

Her body is now degenerating rapidly. She’s lost feeling in her right arm, and severe neurological/nerve damage is starting to cause uncontrollable facial twitching. Her fellow clean-up crew friends are dying. This is heartbreaking and will make you sick to your stomach, but we all need to demand the media and government and BP acknowledge the true horror of this situation. This is your opportunity to use the Internet (and Tumblr) to impact the world. Look at the Middle-East, and think how much more powerful we as Internet-users are in America because of our guaranteed access to these digital tools.

If EVERY person on Tumblr who saw this (yes, you) reblogged and posted it on facebook, it will become a huge, national news story. The mainstream media will have no choice but to make it one. PLEASE. This is not about getting reblogs or followers or hits, this is about our country, our world, and our race. This is a mother who tried to service our entire country by agreeing to clean-up OUR Gulf Coast, and she is now losing her life as a result. If you don’t give a shit about this, you don’t deserve to live in this country, nor call yourself a human.

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bitchville:

Who knew Joseph Stalin was such a hipster during the Soviet years.

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stuffhipstershate:

Sad Sunday Nights

Sundays typically suck. Make your next one awesome by joining us at the Brooklyn Anthem Bash. Admire the super bad-ass flyer above by Jessie Irwin (who is 16 and a better artist than you’ll ever be — sad) and RSVP here for free-flowing Bear Flag wine, music, local celebrities and dance-y times with yours truly.

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I hate when people push me away just to get mad at me saying I didn’t stay.

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nevver:

“Who knows all your sins?”

nevver:

Who knows all your sins?”

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"Don’t cry for a man who’s left you—the next one may fall for your smile."

— Mae West (via kari-shma)

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