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To a person who probably won't read this, but I hope she does.

Dear you, You know who you are. If you see this, you know your own name. And if you see this, you know who I am. You should also know this; you, you are the love of my life. You are my happiness, but you are also my sadness. You are my drug, but also my heartbreak. We spent two years together. Two long, long years. And we both loved it. Until you stopped. Of course, I can’t blame you. Maybe I did change, but that’s not my fault. I do know that throughout every single issue that I ever had in my life, and every issue we had together, I loved you with the entirety of my heart. Unconditionally. Immeasurably. And you know that. We loved each other immeasurably. Unconditionally. And for the days and months leading up to our departure, you and I continued loving each other just like that. For every night, every single night, we’d call each other. Just to sleep together, like we’ve wanted to have together in real life for years. Every night, even the night before you were gone. We went through everything together; happiness, hardship, loss, and no matter what, we were unbreakable. Of course we weren’t perfect. Of course I made mistakes, of course you made mistakes, but we always forgave each other for our words and actions. Why? Because we loved each other. We were so deep in love that we couldn’t handle the other’s pain. My pain was your pain, and your pain was my pain. I know, I hurt you, but I never meant to. I never wanted to. I was insecure, scared, and it was the death of me. You told me you miss me, you told me you love me, but you miss who I used to be. I know, I know people have always told you that people can’t change, but love, for you, I can change anything to make you happy. I learned from my mistakes love, and that’s the strongest form of change a person could have. I know you don’t believe me, I know you dont want to believe me. But love, for the two years we spent aching to feel each others embrace, to listen to each others heartbeat, please give me a chance to show you that I am the person you fell in love with. You’re the angel in my nightmare. You’re the happiness in my despair. You’re the love of my life. I just want to make it up to you. I just want to heal with you, and build a life with you again. I miss you, you miss me. Allow me to be the very best I can be for you and your life. Help me heal you, and help me heal us. I’ll do anything, absolutely anything, to make you happy again. I love you so much. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. On the inside and out. Please, to save us both from heartbreak and heartache, give me the chance to make you happy once more.

#love #i miss you #im sorry #please #give me another chance

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(((Original source is in tags)))

I redrew Sif from Dark Souls because my boyfriend wanted me toooo. It was just a lil sketch I guess. Ye.

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omg these are amaze

> My first drawings i’ve made on my computer that are, well, decent.

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no

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http://iglovequotes.net/

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Love is just a chemical, no matter the origin. We give it meaning by choice.

Eleanor Lamb (Bioshock 2)

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Bioshock Companions

Playing Bioshock: Oh thank god, at least I have 1 trustworthy person in all of this mayhem

After Bioshock: I will never trust anyone ever again

Playing Bioshock 2: Nope, I remember what happened with the last ""trustworthy"" person that helped me, I'm keeping an eye on you

After Bioshock 2: I'm so sorry I ever doubted you, oh my god

Playing Bioshock Infinite: This girl's cute, 10/10 would show her my eiffel tower ;)

After Bioshock Infinite: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

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My favorite BioShock 2 review

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My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via runiqu)

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Yes yes yes yes yes I can't wait yes yes fangirling yes yes yes

Together, they must find a way out.

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ermygurd so many photos of da same guy Top photos are most recent, going down are the least That guy man He Is Awesome Haha look at his amish beard and his bowl cut and his meme picture and his messy long hair Oh boy, he is just crazy.

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Wait, what the fuck?! That's pretty god damn weird!

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Not as deep as I was in your mom last night loooooooooool rekt

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The fuck do I do here on Tumblr leik srsly am confused

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Oh man, that's deep

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