so I got a new tummbllrr blog and I'm confused
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Thread Topic: so I got a new tummbllrr blog and I'm confused
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yay thrive thriveeee thrivveee
witch laughs -
party
party
ramble
party
dance
drink
weed
trippy
life
veins
record
mixtapes
heat -
I'm the only one here. xD
That makes me so happy, really. For the first time. -
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY RIGHT ROUND LIKE A RECORD BAY RIGHT ROUND RIGHT ROUND
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT TO DANCE WITH SUCH FORCE AND EMBRACE MY ARMS AND HANDS AND JUST SING MY VOCAL CHORDS TO DEATH TO LET OUT THE FRUSTRATIONS AND JUST THE ANGER DWINDLING INSIDE OF ME -
I WANT TO DANCE AND SING WITH SUCH BRUTAL FORCE, WITH SUCH ENERGY THAT I CAN CONJURE, AND THROW SHADES AT YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO SHOW YOU THAT YOU CAN NEVER LET ME DOWN AND I'M STILL UP FOR THIS FIGHT
YOU CAN'T THROW HANDLES ON ME
PUT BURDENS ON ME
TRY TO MAKE ME FALL AND KNOCK MY LIGHTS OUT
WHERE MY MIND GOES DARK
BUT IT STILL FILLED WITH STRENGTH TO f---ING FIGHT YOU
I WILL NEVER LET YOU WIN
YOU MIGHT HAVE EVERYTHING BUT I WON'T I REFUSE
I DON'T GIVE A f--- ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS
I JUST WANT TO EQUALIZE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL
2/1 DEAL
THAT'S JUST HOW I FEEL
SO PUT THE HEAT ON THIS THING AND GET READY FOR BRAWL -
I'm stuck in this situation where you just get reality stuck on your head. Nobody likes you or will, just stop trying. You're better keep filling in the sad space with your ear-shattering voice and that nasty smile and that chuckle.
My fate is nothing more but black tar poured over a white rose. I was never a white rose anyways, as a white rose always had black needles inside to spike out, and to defend it's very own. It knew everything, about everything, the way people act around them and the way the we're cautious on how they look. Nobody liked them, and it's only friend was the same, but with more spikes that grew darker, but covered with bad blood. -
maybe your a red rose.
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Posting that just made me go silent and I no longer want to talk about this. It's so mesmerizing how one can be filled with enthusiasm but there's always certain triggers that can bring you down. I just wish they could disappear out of my eyes, they still exist-oh yes! But, for me, I prefer if I didn't have to see them at all, they would be blissfully transparent. Oh man, the weights that would lift off of my shoulders, as I no longer have to suffer.
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I'm not a red rose. Red roses are more vivacious and vibrant, sweet and lovely. I'm none of that. I'm just a plain old rose, filled with spikes that was enticed by such tragedies and hardships.
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I mean nothing to anyone. Like that white rose, they would just pick it up out of curiosity and just throw it to the ground in oblivion to how abandoned it looked. How hurt it looked. How the spikes grew larger, as it was able to dive underneath the soil and just hide.
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Why do I continue to go onto this more?
I can't. It just makes me feel so bad for other people and even myself(yes I deal with myself all the time) to handle me. I can't even handle me. I don't like me. I'm an unstable child that definitely needs to learn hard life lessons, oh yes! Because, you're definitely not one, the great authority, to tell you all of this stuff. I can barely depend on any of these people in this filth, I have no one. I always wished for someone to accompany me and to actually get me, nobody does get me. Nobody. They usually get mad at me for being myself, which just makes me want to cry sometimes and just hide and stay quiet, it makes me feel ashamed. I'm just a person to act jittery and stupid, oafish, compulsive and alive. That stupid girl, always there to shed down that wild spirit, always gets me under her control and whenever you question the authority, you're being "fresh" or stupid. I hate that terminology used to describe mischievous kids, fresh. Ugh. -
Eh, I havent been struck by your 'thorns' in a while. a long while, in fact.
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What do you mean?
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I mean you havent hurt me emotionally in any way for quite some time, which could mean something since im around you for a (debatable) decent amount of time.
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What does it possibly mean?
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