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Wit a Pipe is a 21 year old male who is just trying not to go any crazier in a very insane world. We don't quite know how well that is really going however.
This blog is filled with random musings, rants and things that just generally amuses me. Explore at your own risk. If you happen to find something that you like, then all the better.
Welcome to the mind of Wit a Pipe. I cannot promise that it is not a very chaotic place nor that you will not get lost. I hope you enjoy your stay.
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I want her to be happy and us to work. As much as I hate to admit it, those are not mutually exclusive. Her happiness comes first. Always. I love her more than anything. I want her to be happy no matter what.
NO ONE IS AFRAID OF HEIGHTS, THEY ARE AFRAID OF THE FALL, NO ONE IS AFRAID TO PLAY, THEY ARE AFRAID TO LOSE, NO ONE IS AFRAID OF THE DARK, THEY ARE AFRAID OF WHAT’S IN IT, NO ONE IS AFRAID TO SAY “I LOVE YOU”, THEY ARE AFRAID OF THE RESPONSE
Wishing we did. Marching on until something can happen. (Source: beingseventeenyears)
Some people just want to get fucked up. Some people just want to fuck. Wonder what happened to the people who just want to love.
And, perhaps sadly, perhaps not, I fancy these types of girls. No wonder I have so many problems. I’m kidding about the problems part xD. Not the fancy.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
- Neil Gaiman - The Sandman |
