THE SPACE THAT'S IN BETWEEN INSANE AND INSECURE. |
 The name's Manuwell. Born July 6, 1990, Limburg, where I've lived about my entire life now.I do hope to move to London one day. I dunno why, london always has facinated me.I'm a fairly peaceful kid, laid back and like to chill. I'm not much into parties and all that, no need to sit around and watch drunk people make an ass of themselves, I prefer little get-togethers.I'm straightedge. That means no alcohol, no drugs, no cigarettes, no loveless sex(one night stands, fuck-buddies,..). I know, how do i stay amused right ?Relationships is something i'm never any good at, I always tend to choose the wrong people,sometimes even the right. But it always ends up the same anyways. Either end up getting hurt myself or end up hurting them. I truly wish that i could just find someone who i could spend eternity with.(Who ever that may be , i already love you!) |
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Notes The danger of a broken heart..
is not the pain. Not the tears, or anger. Not the ache, not the loneliness, not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big. The danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with. Mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort. Independence. The oaths we take. What we swear to ourselves. The danger is self-reliance. The danger is that these stitches in our heart don’t fall out. That there here to stay.
