I can mimic other abilities on an empathic level
one of the passengers on Oceanic Flight 815
still online with
i wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things i did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. i feel like i’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.
(Source: drinking, via inaniloquence)
I love those moments when you’re done pouring your heart out and you’re just staring at the words that you have carefully written and rewritten, making sure that they convey exactly how you’re feeling. It’s overwhelming, the kind of peace that comes afterward, knowing that you’ve battled with the hurricane of emotions whirling inside you and you have come out of it triumphant. The thing about writing is that with the right words, you can make even the most heartbreaking tragedies look good on paper, making them almost worth it. Also, once you’ve written them down, these words, these feelings, they’re no longer your own. They’ll belong to anyone else who will bother to read them. You, on the other hand, are freed. You’re uburdened of the horrible feeling you’ve been having. It’s the same as crying your eyes out or screaming at the top of your lungs. It is such a relief. It’s a momentary bliss. It’s a wonderful release. —
Rossann Margarethe.: (via
essie23)
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arachnids8rip:
fuckheaded:
Clearly she wears those short skirts and skimpy tank tops because she wants the d. and by d I mean vitamin d. she wants to soak up as much sun as she can. because revealing clothes are not an invitation for sex u prick
and the award for unexpected turns goes to
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