February 2013
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January 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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October 2012
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September 2012
9 posts
The bad parts are never shown in the photo album, but it’s those bad parts that help us get from one happy photo to the next.
There’s a story behind every person. There’s a reason why they’re the way they are. They aren’t just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it’s impossible to fix them.
At a certain point, the whole thing just becomes too much to process, and your brain gets taken out of the loop, and all you have to rely on is your heart, your natural human instincts. It’s liberating - not at first of course, at first it’s terrifying, like falling - but that’s the point, isn’t it?
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August 2012
43 posts
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I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware. It almost managed to take my breath away. That was the thing; you never got used to it. You never got used to the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s okay, and you think you’ve accepted it, someone points it out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it’s just as shocking as the first...
