January 2012
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It is mos-definitely not my fault if jealousy gets to you. I have no right or intention of making anybody envy because of my own actions. It’s just how I am. Sometimes you have to stop envying others.
But I’m sorry if I do, like I said already, I have no intentions to. I’m still here if you ever need me, although you already have your other friends.
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And there goes another year of my birthday. It has been a tremondously, wonderful day. To be honest, I think it’s been decades since I’ve had a nice birthday. The feeling of my birthday, is just a mix of a normal day, with everyone saying the word ‘birthday.’ But it’s always nice to see familiar people say happy birthday, even if their messages are dull. I still...
jonathanpham:
A part of me might never forgive you. I might even take one step back. Who’s to blame, though, when a good portion of my years had your name written all over it? Who knows? I don’t. But the better part of me—that which continues to dream—accepts what cannot be denied: you were very much a part of this life. So if and when the past ever visits, I shall greet it with kindness. And...
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featherawayskit:
I feel as if, my body is so used to injuries.
They may hurt for the first few seconds, but shit just doesn’t hurt anymore. I have inflicted pain into my self either emotionally or physically. I don’t know, it just doesn’t hurt as much as it used to.
Shit hurt me in the past, I learned to grow up and not cry about every little pain I get inflicted with.
featherawayskit:
Often times where I have no realization of why I do think about you. Why you wander in my diluted mind. I have no intention of interfering with your life, I would just like to be a part of it. But again, I can’t think of reason why I would like to. No matter how long I just sit, lay, and think, no thought comes to my head in a quick second, nor in any amount of time.
jonathanpham:
In this endless search for pleasure, we must first meet pain. And in time we realize that, what hurts us the most, lies closely intertwined with what we love the most. You always get both; never one without the other. Never joy without sadness. Never love without hate. And never recovery, without the self-defining sutures.
It’s strange how I try to keep in contact with a good ol’ friend, but they talk to me as if they don’t even care. I can send texts and ask them what’s up, and what not. But it seems like I tend to get all the bullshit replies. You tell me to text you, you tell me that I never text you anymore, but you give me bullshit replies when I ask how you’re doing? Then when we...
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John West | Loved You Tonight
It’s just one...
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andoutcamethewolf:
in high school when all the broads were like, “dis my jam” about Miss Independent by Ne Yo. And it was like but ur dad still drops u off
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jonathanpham:
Simple Shit
It’s not worth the time to dwell on the shit strangers have to say about you. And by strangers, I mean people who think they know what you’re about, but have no idea. You know who you are—that’s important enough. But it’s not only about who you are. It’s also about the person you’re gonna be. People aren’t going to remember the times you sulked in the dark, nor will...
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Maroon 5 | Misery (Acoustic)
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“People think others life are fine, but on the real, you don’t know what so many...”
– @featherskitaway (via ivybelle)
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jonathanpham:
Jay-Z | Glory
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youknowwhat'sgood.
dvelascostco:
hehehehHOHOHOHOO.
shes using my line omq
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erkdrade asked: oh how i hate when you notice everything but me...xoxo
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jonathanpham:
You either can’t stay in solitude for too long or you’re forced to see people against your own will. I do believe there are good people out there in the world, friendships waiting to be made and what not, but my being cares little to discover them nowadays. I don’t mind who I’m with, even if it be with no one at all. At the end of every day, they will not know my life story; they...
Done with that kid, doubting my tricks and knowledge. He hasn’t been on a bike for the last few months, and be complaining about how he doesn’t have one yet because he was being a dumbass. Now he’s trying to avoid my words by putting ‘LOOOOL’ every time I reply.
I’m fucking done x10.
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