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My grandma on my dad’s side loved moonstones. Today my dad gave me his mother’s precious ring. I cherish it. I love gifts, I love rings. This one is special. ❤

My grandma on my dad’s side loved moonstones. Today my dad gave me his mother’s precious ring. I cherish it. I love gifts, I love rings. This one is special. ❤

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wolfgangvonposerkiller:

Pinfinder General


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The scariest part of life is seeing your friends change. Because you pay attention to your friends. It’s really crazy seeing a few of your friends change completely from the person they used to be because someone really fucked them up. Or they barely made it through a situation. And you just look at them when they’re not exactly paying attention.. And you know they’re hurting. And you know you can’t fix it. All you can let them know is that you’re there for them. In trivial meet ups or light conversation.. You’re there. And it really dawns on you that you so intently understand their pain because you’ve been through it. You know that hurt.

Most of my girlfriends have been mentally abused by men who they gave the world to. And I know I’ll never be the same person because I gave too much to people who never cared.

I know how you hurt. I’m sorry I can’t change it. You deserved better.

Seeing your friends cry because someone didn’t care about how they acted and treated them stirs up an anger in me I can’t describe. I don’t know how I’ll ever heal and forgive men. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to vulnerably love like I could when I was so blind and stupid. And then you ask yourself the question.. So what is life without love? I’m searching for the answer everyday… I have absolutely no leads. I’m pretty scarred and lost. And when I see someone I relate to.. It hurts me. I wonder where the men are who passionately love and know how tenderly you must treat a woman. The search has not ended and despite all my broken dreams… There is still a lingering faith inside me.

I thought that getting out of my weird sociopath funk that cut everyone off over 6 months ago phase was a step forward and I was coming around acting more like myself but upon further review I really enjoyed myself when I was closed off and crazy to the point I was paranoid. I’m sure this colder weather will bring on my seasonal depression and get me back there in no time.

I don’t want to think about anyone but myself, my jobs, my music, and 5 girlfriends. Prepare to be stimulated and feel moved by my hate speeches against men and my general distrust for people. I am a grumpy fuckin bitch.

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Louis Le Breton was a French painter who specialised in marine paintings. He executed illustrations of occult demons, working from engravings by M. Jarrault, for the 1863 edition of “Dictionnaire Infernal” by Collin de Plancy.

naughtysalamander:

male moans are really important to me like goddamn make some noise pump up the volume christ just moan its very hot