I fear not knowing who I am.
Just one month ago, had you told me where I would be today, I wouldn’t have believed you. Isn’t that the beauty of it all? Unexpected things happen, sometimes for the worse, but sometimes, miracles you hadn’t even wished for come into your life, should it be in the form of a kind word, a little…
I actually feel that way… :/
I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
For blogs that post dark vintage black and white posts.
- Must be following me (plastiqe)
- Reblogs only, likes DO NOT count
- Will choose when this gets enough notes
- I will check out every blog
Network page is not ready yet.