You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
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Season 2 episode 7 this is my design.

#hannibal

4.27am the time I’m up.

Just remember you can’t save them all. You can’t. You can’t. People are just to fucking lazy and stupid. I’m fucking tired and pissed off.

my cousin was right. Fuck.

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I guess its better to say that some stories have an ending and some don’t. i doubt half of my stories have a ending. some half writing and turned the page, some painted a beautiful picture with no eyes or a tongue, To speak or to see the beauty it left. stories mean so much to a lot of people how it starts and how it ends. I doubt ill ever see a proper ending to a script that’s been half written for years now. maybe i don’t deserve to have or be in this script i write. a script build on lies and truth and a lot tears, heartache. 

lessons i have learned, lessons i am still yet to learn and in the process of learning. writing a script is hard, it’s not easy at all. some of the most amazing characters in it gives you this feeling that there is HOPE dont give up. how do you give hope to a damaged person when he doesnt want anything, but just to smile.. yet lies and so many scars and hurts in this process. 

everyone gets hurt when they get close to him, everyone. leaving would be the best thing, leaving everything behind. dreaming and dreaming for better day to come where no one will get hurt and has to be lied to. 

i guess ill go for a walk now.

What my goals look like

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This is awesome.

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I use to bite her nose like this good memories hehehe.

I use to bite her nose like this good memories hehehe.

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Paint in red and yellow and blue.

Each stroke I apply to my canvas I feel more and more alive.
The amount of pressure that frees me from my exoskeleton, the pleasure of dashing my brush on its disgusting emptiness.
This is how I see a mask that’s covered in fear, that’s bleeding each drop of pain shows its weakness.
I am awake from everything and now I see what’s right in front of me..

coolest bong 

coolest bong 

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braydaaan:

ITS BACK OMFG

braydaaan:

ITS BACK OMFG

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