CoercedGerardo

10 / 01

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// Part 2//

Funny thing about “liking”someone is that even though you see them every other day and sometimes you only get a “hi” you for some odd reason can’t get them off your mind. It’s crazy. Just meet this person in August. Now it’s January. It’s been 4 months since that first hi and i know I’ll never tell her who she is.

02 / 01

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// Here we go again..//

So there’s this girl. I’m scared as shit to talk to her. I blame my past experiences for that. Before it was easy now it’s like trying to get out of an abyss. Then again who am I kidding. She’s perfect in so many ways. Maybe any real interaction as little as it maybe is the reason why I think I really like her. A”hi”from her is all it takes for my day to lighten up.

24 / 12

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Haven’t been on here for a while so I’ll start now. These past few days have been somewhat of a hell. Everything is going wrong. I’ve always said “it can’t rain all the time” but I guess I was wrong. This storm is destroying everything. The sad this is I don’t even know what’s wrong. It’s dawning on me that I’m getting tires of being “the nice guy”. Always there when people need help but never getting help when I need it the most. That’s life. So full of mysteries.

18 / 12

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freecocaine:

Andy Warhol: But what kind of person really murders? I mean, why.
Alfred Hitchcock: In desperation. They do it in desperation.
Andy Warhol: Really?…
Alfred Hitchcock: Absolute desperation. They have nowhere to go, there were no motels in those days, and they’d have to go behind the bushes in the park. And in desperation they would murder.

Andy Warhol interviews Alfred Hitchcock

(via freecocaine)

16 / 11

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