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SCHNOOKIIE
Its female version. >.<
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Heartbroken creature of Solitude: What happens in 'Heaven' when we pray?
This is one of the nicest things I have read on the internet and is so true, had to share it.
“I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, ‘…
FUCKIN’ PERFECT by Pink
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood
Miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
See you same
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
The world stares while I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere
They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less then, fuckin’ perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing you’re fuckin’ perfect, to me
You’re perfect
You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing you’re fucking perfect to me
You can’t be handsome and mean at the same time.
Or can you?
Seriously, I was willing to open up my heart for you but then, you gave up before our happy ever after could even start.
**heart breaks**
..Kay nasuya ko kang Tatskii.. Nagtuon kunuhay ko ug line art charma. Mao ni ang epekto sa wala’y klaro nga tutorial..
Why I love him?
“Why do you love me?”, he asked.
“I don’t know”, I answered.
I seriously don’t know. Do I? Really?
Now it had me thinking.
Why won’t I know the answer to that seemingly simple question? Shouldn’t I have all the reasons to answer him the right possible way I could? But why couldn’t I?
Can I really trust men that easily?
I don’t think so. I mean, i couldn’t really tell the truth of what I’m feeling. I may be drunk and all, but even when my nerves are all numb, I (believe I) still think clear though.
The question struck me in an ominous way.
WHY DO i LOVE HiM??
We’re the perfect two. ♫♪
It tears me up.
I tried to hold on, but it hurts too much.
I tried to forgive, but it’s not enough.
To make it all okay.
The truth hurts.
And lies worse.
How can I give anymore?
When I love you a little less than before?
