BAMFJudy

You know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting. -Peter Pan ♥

My heart belongs to a guy I've been to hell and back with. When things get bad, if you truly love someone. Don't ever let them go. Take chances, get over things that aren't worth even getting disappointed over. Love, it's confusing. But worth every minute discovering. Nothing can compare. It's like a high; amazing. -Judy

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You know what I hate. 

Apr 26th at 7PM / via: tipppini / op: xchaas / 197 notes

I feel like I’m never good enough for you. Just by talking to you, I feel like I annoy you 24/7. Do I bother you? What do I have to do to make you know that I care so much about you? Sometimes I feel like shit, when you don’t reply back to me either. You have no idea, that I even over think at night. That I tend to cry, cause I’m scared that you will just push me away.

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justbornconfused:

During the Bubonic Plague, doctors wore these bird-like masks to avoid becoming sick. They would fill the beaks with spices and rose petals, so they wouldn’t have to smell the rotting bodies. 

A theory during the Bubonic Plague was that the plague was caused by evil spirits. To scare the spirits away, the masks were intentionally designed to be creepy. 

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I don’t know. 

Mar 10th at 3PM / 0 notes

It’s like sometimes, I miss you.

But I wouldn’t like to admit it, and if I did; only to myself.

It’s like, we were our own world.

Like nothing else mattered.

But I lost you, you lied, and it’s over. It always will be.

I can’t do anything to change the things that have happened, but I wish you would have been able to stay here with me.

I feel stupid sometimes, for missing you.

Missing something I shouldn’t. Missing someone who basically filled my head with lies.

You’re gone now, and I know it shouldn’t matter. But it does.

I’m moving on with my life, and so are you.

But I’ll never forget the things we did, the way we were, and how much it seemed like you cared.

Life’s okay.

But every so often, you still come across my mind.

Then these dreams I have, always reminded me of you.

They either reminded me of everything we’ve ever been through. Or put images of you being with someone new; and it hurts.

I feel alone.

Missing you feels so wrong, but it feels so right.

It’s a complicated emotion, and this is why we’ll never work out.