Just for Today.


18. Not in University anymore. Not in my hometown anymore. In recovery, and glad to be fighting my mental demons, my addictions, and to be away from the people I've hurt. I remember my days now and happy healing everyone :) It is possible, I've just passed my 30 days!

fer1972:

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I guess I cannot complain about you using me

I would have done anything just to spend time with you

I was hooked on you but you only used me to pass the time

— now I just feel like a fool (via madnessoverload)

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fawliah:

 my friends house :)

my mouth just dropped this is so amazingly stunning and beautiful i cant even i WISH I could see this in person



This just turns me on. That’s a sexy house

perks-of-being-a-poet:

shyowl:

v-voom:

hakun-a:

fawliah:

 my friends house :)

my mouth just dropped this is so amazingly stunning and beautiful i cant even i WISH I could see this in person

This just turns me on. That’s a sexy house

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protete:

The cutest pictures and date ideas ever!

OMG #6 me and my boyfriend are so going to try that <3

screaaming-melodies:

protete:

The cutest pictures and date ideas ever!

OMG #6 me and my boyfriend are so going to try that <3

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nowyoukno:

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Canadians have bred the future.

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Canadians have bred the future.

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There was that girl in high school who just expected herself to be on honor roll every semester, who sat with a corsage-adorned, perfectly manicured hand beside her jock boyfriend at prom…and then there was me.

I was the girl in the ripped up-shredded, actually-dyed, paint splattered, skinny jeans with funky makeup and weird writings and pictures in all of my notebooks and I’d walk into class late and my name was up with that girl’s but I didn’t care if I made it or not. I’d argue for my right to express myself and I expressed myself in stranger’s beds later in my adolescence.

That girl ended up in rehab for a marijuana psychological dependence (since weed is not physically addictive). She has a degree to practice a well-paying profession which she can further pursue if she so chooses. She can still be beautiful and laugh here: men love her.

I ended up in rehab for a meth, ketamine, alcohol, (weed was an everyday non-stop thing for me, but it’s an insult to call it an addiction. I gave up University. I am in a foreign country, lost, confused and angry

BUT.

The difference between me and that girl is that when some shit arises, that girl will call her friends and speak words and look pretty and be with equally mentally shallow guys: her life is about doing literal stuff and saying one clever thing she’ll repeat to her shallow minded friends who’ll praise her wit…when there isn’t any imagination, or talent or art or sickness to her. Me? I have sickness and depth- I sink within myself and I am lonely so that may be a fault but that loneliness makes for an excellent character. I may not be a great woman  but I am a fascinating character and when some shit arises, I will ask that girl what she has to say to my face, and when she is avoidant and sucks up to me, I’ll remind her that people outside of the cupcake community get violent. She ain’t in happy, pencil skirt land anymore.

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