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britishintellegence:

And I don’t have any more online pvp games that use funny acronyms as names :(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXlZ6edCHqI

jaydenw:

Too bad I’m way too good at chess to lose.

We will never lose chess, because on move one we can take a pawn and take their king and respond to their accusations of cheating with “my pieces move in mysterious ways.”

The moment I start to think I could be wrong the world goes and proves me right lol… Yayyyyy right again! :D

I have not missed this feeling.

And even though she isn’t real, and I have no idea who it was nor what she was like. It was the best kiss and most real experience I have ever felt.

But that means I have to trust them.

chroniclesofarunawaymind asked: Happy birthday :) (I know its not a question, but I'm a rebel like that)

Thankyou :3

To intentionally put yourself in harms way with the ideal in your head that you are doing it for the right to feel. To prove you exist you intentionally cause pain and self harm. Yet no one calls you a masochist? Instead you are a dreamer? I lover not a fighter? What is the difference between someone that cuts themselves to inflict pain, and someone that throws them-self at every opportunity of love even though it screams of future heartbreak?

I will tell you. The difference is, even though the person cutting is a coward, they are still more honest than the person using love as a shield to be out-rightly idiotic.

When we created words we gave them power. With meaning we gave them dominance; dominance over our lives, and our very existence. People say words are not weapons, but they are the deadliest tools in anyone’s arsenal. They are the foundation of lies, love, loss, music, poetry, history, literature and even science. Without the power of words we would be lost. However we would also be safe.

Calm, dark, silent and alone. Which would usually feel comfortable. This kind of dwelling would usually be considered home. Why is it that right now the emptiness feels emptier, and the silence feels so uncomfortable? Why is it that my usual stand-alone attitude is wavering ever so slightly? Will this fade? Will I become my old self again? Or will the scratch on my walls intensify until I finally break? I doubt it… But still… In the end if my will does not survive and I become reliant, would I still have someone to rely on? Again, I doubt it. That is the risk I take, that is the risk I chose. I may wear a mask forever creased with a smile and hold my head high so everyone knows just how wonderful I think it is to be alone. It may not be true. It may be a lie, but it is a lie I must believe. Because alone is simple, alone is safe, alone is reliable… People are not.

But still… Part of me wishes you were here with me. Only a part. But it is a part that will not let me forget.

But you seem much more content without me around.