I was reading my diary from last December and January just now and can I just say how thankful I am to be out of that misery?
“I want my own filth again because I know it. This smell of newness is too shocking for my nostrils because I’ll I’ve smelled for so long is the smell of desperation. Now that it is of hope, I don’t know how to do anything. It’s real, it’s here.”
I am finally free! I have been set free from all that was drowning me in darkness, in stench, in oppression.
I cannot express my gratitude and my joy for this moment.
What a beautiful thing God has done.
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Oh, who will save this wretched man?
(via tofutree)
home is: good food, silver rings, sleeping until 9:38am, plastic tiaras, missing the bird face boy, and discovering a $15 Jamba Juice gift card.
remember that time i wrote a eulogy for that dead racoon cause i was so sad to see it lying on the road at night and it went something like see you in heaven big mamma racoon. you looked peaceful lying there. as if you were just sleeping. and you thought it was the best thing ever because you were falling in love with me and i was falling for you too.
I almost got a tattoo yesterday and I cried watching marriage proposal videos on YouTube and I’m home and clean and I miss seeing his bird face.
(Source: pretentious-things, via virginlux)
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Everything feels right about it. Everything settles and I don’t feel friction or disillusionment because of him.
My head is away in the clouds, I must say.
