I don’t trust people. I don’t even trust the two people who are dearest to me - my mother or my sister. I don’t trust, to the full extent of the word anymore... and perhaps I never did. I don’t know how these things happen. Whether they are always there and you just don’t notice them, or whether they occur through a gradual process in your life, ( Read more... )

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Tyson and Steve broke up. 
My whole world has come crashing down from this cycle of spinning.

True love does not exist.
You are in this world alone, forever.

Fuck the Triangular Theory of Love.
Fuck love altogether.

Love is just a state of mind, at a particular point in time.
Fuck everything.

My existence has lost its licence; everything goes too fast, far too far over the maximum limit:

And yet, everything is still spinning. Illegally spinning. Spinning and spinning and spinning. Faster and faster. Like you and I did, again and again, once upon a time in our childhood fairytales.

“Britsy! We’re spinning too fast.”

“We can go faster!”

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sweet.
just sweet.

I hate when I give people access to my life. Oh well. Most of this is private anyway...

I want to go sky diving so bad. I want to do something crazy. Something that will make my pain numb. Something that will make me forget again.

I just want

to

love someone.

I glance at you and can’t help but shiver
Detestation so intense, making me quiver
You were built for me to hurt you
You let me - then you harm me too

My cries and tears giving you the pleasure
The memories that you treasure
Kicks, jabs, strikes and screams
Now and forever you haunt my dreams

Can’t conquer this emotion, because this hate is real
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I've always believed that love is something that just cannot be calculated... But now that I look at it; its all psychological isn't it? Psychologist, Robert Steinberg obviously thinks so. He has developed something called the "Triangular Theory of Love":

(See his findings here)

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I stood by and watched her crying inside.

I did not dare collide.

For I knew this was the time,

Where not even the finest rhyme

Could help her dying soul

And her life, that was a mere hole.

With his sacred glare, the devil’s angel glanced back at her. There she could see the absence of love. She could not be loved, for only existing folk can justly have a love in them. She knew death was within her. She knew events would come rapidly. She knew that the boy was not the one for her. Yet his thoughts fixated her precious mind to him. He ( Read more... )