Just your average everyday girl. So many thoughts in my head that needs to be written. Dance is my form of expressing things that can't be said. Reblogs things that make me laugh and smile. I don't need to look like everyone else, I have my own style.
I am Michelle.
19.College life. Hello kitty. Shoe head. Dancer. Bgirl. Piano. Poetry. Music. F.Y.F.G Gang/ Fam '12
Love me. Hate me. Deal with it.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
People don’t write sonnets about being compatible, or about shared life goals and stimulating conversations. The great loves are the crazy ones.
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I thought it was pain all along. But it was nothing but sheer numbness. I thought that THAT is what I had to become to make me normal again… I thought that THAT is what I had to become to rid me of this agony. But all this time I have lacked sensation. I can’t feel anything. My mind is caught. I am dazed… But I just want to feel again. I want to feel passion and desire, loathing and sadness… But here I am. I feel nothing. I thought in order to be happy again I would have to become numb… But it turned out I was numb all along.
People say love isn’t supposed to be painful. But maybe the best things in life are the ones that hurt the most after they’re gone.
I thought that at this point of my life I’d be going to more weddings, instead there have been more funerals. I wish more people would fall in love together, than die alone and miserable.