Broken. Limits.

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Better.

Better.

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rosettes: A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank...

rosettes:

A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow

legendaryvices: visualvixen: Anna Dello Russo  Anna is...

legendaryvices:

visualvixen:

Anna Dello Russo 

Anna is Amazing!

exxcors: science-progress: Falling in love this is like, the...

exxcors:

science-progress:

Falling in love

this is like, the most perfect photoset ever

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nidoqueeen: we don't need to ask for directions, helen.

nidoqueeen:

we don't need to ask for directions, helen.

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prostituition: I feel you, buddy.

prostituition:

I feel you, buddy.

fusionkelvar: 3000

fusionkelvar:

3000

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Secret #73 Never Belonging

I find myself never really feeling like I belong. I know it’s cliché for the youth of our day to admit to feeling this way…but can you really understand? Understand how such a feeling causes fear to crawl up within a man..thrash in it’s rage and attach itself to a heart? I’m only 20 but I’ve made life connections with some of the most amazing people. Beautiful inside so their outer never seemed to matter. Yet, I abuse these individuals. Worst than a lover scorned I never seem to connect. I can’t belong. How have I let my strength be drained due to such a feeling, so the weight of friendship is an impossible thing to hold. How dare I? What audacity I must posses to be stuck, heart gaping, torn at the edges in a silent scream yet never allow anyone to help me. This thing I fear may have caused me to miss my chance at love. Not just romantic, erotic, eros love, but the love of family and friends. I don’t think my human condition understand what it means to feel…I lied. I feel. A deep pain, so intense constantly scratching at the back of my mind…a kitten I watched grow into a lion. A king lurking in the throne of my mind, I nothing more than a slave, or some eternal fearful prey. Being alone has made me strong, so why…why do I cower when connections are made. Someone called my eyes sad, as if I’m always on the verge of tears. My armor, my sex, my looks…couldn’t protect me from the truth that lurks inside. I’m saddened by the realization…no matter how many connections I make, thus far it has been impossible for me to keep them. I’m longing. It keeps me awake at night. A longing that stretches across the expanses of my mind, lurking behind my impenetrable wall, yowling like a animal in heat with it’s need. What’s next…will I be in this nomadic state forever, because this isn’t the life I saw for me. This isn’t what I need.

Awake

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