hiddenlies

"Then let amourous kisses dwell, on our lips begin and tell, a thousand and a hundred score, a hundred and a thousand more." ~Diana Gabaldon

i don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. i don't think i'm human. how can i do what i do without remorse? how can i live how i live without regrets: until now. and why regrets? why not suppress it all like i always do? because this is different. i still can't believe it's fucking different. i wished my whole life for something, and when it's given to me i'm on the edge of throwing it all away. throwing part of myself away. fuck this. i will make this better. for once in my life, i will turn this shit around. the skeletons will still lie in my closet, but i will make sure they can rest in peace. note to self: remind yourself everyda

sometimes i feel like i've dissapeared off the side of the earth. but somehow i have crawled back on land.. i am currently going through all of your work. brilliant stuff ladies and gentlemen so i will fav and comment where i can, but i will mostly just be viewing (because theres like 50 of you and you guys have come up with a lot of great stuff) tata for now, love lex