(via naomisupernova)Source: springbreakforeverbitchessss
I am going through my cycles again. I can’t stand anyone near me or touching me and I can’t stand being alone either. I’ve gotten through this multiple times before I just have to keep moving forward. It is just really hard getting out of bed anymore.
I hate that I still dream of you, I hate that I still feel for you, but mostly I hate that you will never know this and he will hold you in his arms at night. I am genuinely glad your happy, I just wish I didn’t feel like shit. I love you Jusy. I always have, I always will. This will never change. I just wish you knew how much I love you. How much I wanted this to work. I am sorry I wasn’t enough. I am sorry I wasn’t the one for you.
Related to this, I did a blog post in the past about cosplay: On misunderstandings about cosplay
As long as your feet are planted firmly on reality and you’ve got your priorities straight, being able to find that much meaning, joy, and inspiration in fiction — stories that teach us about bravery and friendship and hope and laughter — is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.
(via angelcrushlv)Source: xkhiemster
He fucked a demon. God damn that’s kinky.