Let's be serious, this has turned into a blog with things I love, Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, whatever I fancy at the moment.
Originally, it was to talk about my feelings and things that pissed me off and just vent. This is the outlet. This is where I go to, duh, be uncensored. I hate letting people in and letting them know what I'm thinking because I have a fear of being judged, being put down and being "hated" on. Here it is, this is me on the inside, this is my safe place, this is where I go to vent, or just to talk about my feelings like the girl I am. Trust me when I say I've gone through enough with people and putting me down. The levee is about to break with me and I've gotten to the point in life (and frankly, just realized in general) that if you're not helping, you're hurting. So hurt if you must, but know that this time will be the last time. There will be no exceptions anymore, (which is a lie, if I need put in my place, fine, but I'm the judge here so if you feel you must say something, tread quite lightly) you will be de-friended in life as well as the world of the internet. Proceed with caution and know that I'm letting you in, so be careful with me, because I'm a lot more fragile than you realize.
it’s true, the only fault I’ll take from you
is how to run from what you wish to keep
She wakes up in a daze, like she’s slept too long or not enough, they’re all the same feeling, and she’s too used to the feeling. She starts to reach out, “It’s your turn to make the coffee, babe,” her hand doesn’t reach the thigh she was trying to pat, it stops and she realizes she’s strapped to a table.