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You're a thousand things,

You can fly with one wing.




I can't steal you.
I'm not good with introductions.
It almost always come out wrong.
My words are slurred and twisted.
But I guess I could try.

Ariel Villanueva
18 years old
A PERFECT NUTTER.



Hang with me.
With enough time eventually we all see what was right in front of us. And realize no matter how long it took, it was worth the wait. But for some, that time never comes. Instead of healing old wounds, the wait just open new ones. Time after time. - Gossip Girl

Jodie Rose
Maria Rina
Patricia Alyanna
Gabrielle Nicole

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Doughnutface
Overratedhappiness
Blowofmercy
Ariel.Veellanueva
Strokeofgrace



Dancing on my own.
The Last Time.
Saturday, December 22, 2012 7:07 PM

For most people, the hardest part of life is keeping strong and firm with and against your heart. For strong people, the struggle is keeping yourself guarded so that no one can hurt you when you least expect it. I got caught up. I was at a point where I thought nothing in this place is ever going to hurt me. I was wrong. When I thought I was safe, this turned out to be the most dangerous place for me. Normally, I'll say, "fuck this shit, I'm moving on", but this mess I got myself into is a dead end. Only when I finally decide to let myself hurt do I get out of this place. This is a tricky place I have already lived in sometime in my past. I thought I knew better not to play with fire. Turns out every fire you meet along the way is different, in cause and in solution; but all fires are the same -- tricky and painful when touched. I get how painful it eventually gets when you get burned, I just don't understand why people opt to play through this game over and over. Do they somehow get immune to the pain? Do they find pleasure in it? Why do people opt to get hurt in love than to focus on something more reasonable? Honestly, I would rather just have broken bones, all of them, than have a broken heart. Nothing can substitute for that black hole that will lives in the middle of your chest when things are all screwed up. Life always screws up with love. When do you actually give up the fight?