in the end we are all alone. no matter how much we try to merge in the name of love, in the name of companionship, in the name of passion, in the name of… not being alone… we are destined to end alone. for we don’t really know if that last beat of the heart that awaits us is not just the end of everything. the end of love. the end of memories. the end of time. so we better devour and enjoy every moment we spent alive in the most majestic of ways. it matters not if alone or not. as long as it leads to life, to ecstasy, to any kind of bliss… and most importantly… as long as it doesn’t involve the broken unhero of the true love. the one that fucks up again and again. fails at love. continuously. till the end of time. yet… still… holding on… to be washed over… straight into beyond.
day 46 . in the end
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess 
Nobody is fucking alone, you pretend that we are alone because you want to take attention away from the truth that you fuck up everyone else up
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meh. pretend all you want that your opinion here actually matters.
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It matters to me because I only care about myself and if my fantasies were reality you would be fucking dead.
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hahahahahaha. well, must hurt then knowing that I couldn’t care less about your opinions or your fantasies.
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furthermore: this exchange stops here and now. because i chose to end it. keep on rocking your fantasies.
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