I mean,
I guess I thought we would last a long time. I guess not though.
Lately I’ve wanted to scream at people, but instead I smile and say kind things… And I’m not sure if it’s wrong.
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Why?
In my life, I’ve gotten to know people, and then it seems like they all disappear. We don’t talk, we don’t even acknowledge each other when we cross paths.
We go from being friends to being strangers.
And I just don’t understand. Why?
Is there something wrong with me? Do I do something that causes people to hate me or stop caring?
It doesn’t make sense, because I always feel like I put a lot of effort into caring about people and showing them that I love them. Usually, it feels like I do the most for the friendship. So am I actually doing something wrong? I don’t think so.
So is it those people’s fault? Maybe I just choose incorrect people with whom to associate myself. But it can’t be everyone.
I wish I knew. I wish people could clearly communicate what the problem is, instead of just deleting me from their past, present, and future.
I need to figure it out, or I’ll end up completely alone.
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I live in America and no one here knows what Fawlty Towers is :(
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Is there a term for being prejudiced against certain genres? musical racism?
This goodbye scene always makes me sob uncontrollably, until I’m on the ground gasping for air. Far too painful :(
“Rose Tyler…” noooo
The most heartbreaking part is seeing the Doctor with a tear down his cheek.
No one can ever replace Rose.
AGHHH SO MANY EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS I’M CRYING AGAIN
(p.s. when he basically asks if she’s pregnant, does that mean they’ve had sex or does he just think it’s micky’s baby? i want to know ;_ ;)
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
I know it’s a bit overrated, but I’ve always loved this sonnet. Certainly something to remember. Love is true love when it is constant and does not give up, despite whatever hardships interfere.
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85If I were to ever get a tattoo, it would be an eye on my left ankle.
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