Taylor. 23. Graduated Hogwarts Student. Cats. Ink. Piercings. Ocean. Earth. Animals. Boobs. Shiny things. NSFW. Leo. Photography.

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it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine

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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.


Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

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It’s really hard for me to stay positive sometimes….I often find myself questioning who I am, and who I should be. This place, tumblr, is the only place I feel comfortable being me. When I show the world just a small portion of what I like, outside of tumblr, I’m harassed. Humiliated. Made fun of. I was called a pedophile for liking a kids show and wearing a shirt that one of my best friends who I served in the military with bought me.

Every day I fight with myself, asking myself questions. “How did I ever end up liking any of this? What am I doing with my life? What is it about any of this that even interests me?”

I know the answers. I always know the answers. I see the beauty of it, the hard work put into it all, the lessons learned, the friends made, even if it’s just random strangers on the Internet, I feel like my followers are better friends than the ones I have in real life.

I used to be a really social person, but when I got home from war I feel like everything changed. My life turned to shit, I picked up drug abuse and became a raging alcoholic, I couldn’t fuck anymore because I had lost all emotional attachment to anyone that I tried to have sex with and my body just wouldn’t work….but a simple kids show saved my life, along with a good amount of weed. Weed and ponies saved me from a life of self destruction. Then I was introduced to the furry community, and soon after the brony community. I consider them the same but most like to argue they are different.

Anyway, I guess this is just a depressing post about how I feel like my life has been utter shit, and the only place I feel like I can be happy is here on Tumblr with like minded people who don’t give a fuck about all the bullshit of daily life drama with fake friends. I might not talk to any of my followers, but the simple fact that you follow me, and you like and share what I post, that means a lot to me. Because it lets me know I’m not the only one.

Now I’m gonna go smoke a bowl and disappear into my video games. Goodnight everyone.

I still love you, and you’re up there as one of my best friends. You give me shit all the time, but I know you always mean well and generally speaking have my best interests at heart.

You know, of anyone else, I’d never judge you, and our coffee dates are prime examples of that.

Keep you head up love, I’m always here when and if you need me

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Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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i’m so possessive over people but like a quiet possessive because i dont want to be clingy so i kinda just angrily stare at people from afar 

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