
Just watched Hook, despite the fact that it’s a 2 hour and 21 minute movie, it’s really quite wonderful :)
This movie is so good.
I loveee that movie!!
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OHMYGOSH I’M SUCH A DORK AND A GEEK I JUST WANT TO KILL MYSELF.
(And part of me secretly doesn’t care and actually enjoys being me.)

BAAAAAAAAAAART! Why you so cute?! Yet all the DCU girls seem to want Tim or Conner.
BART FTW!
NO. NO. NO. I WANT MY WALLY.
Oscar Wilde (via julia-moonburn)

Delete the third sentence. I don’t make it a big deal. Instead, I keep quiet and let it hurt me.
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I’m just not sure what to do anymore.
I can’t count how many times in the past.. Four years? Anyway, I can’t count how many times I’ve sat down, hugged my knees and cried.
Or how many times I’ve laid on my bed in a fetal position, hugging the only stuffed animal I have left from him.
And now that I said “Him” I’m guessing people would think this is some shallow ex boyfriend problem.
it’s not.
And I guess, back then, I never allowed myself to mourn. Until now, I don’t. So, every once in a while, I guess the feelings rush back?
It’s so stupid. It’s no excuse. It’s been years. People have gone through worse. I should be over it by now.
Well, I am.
Then why am I so depressed all the time?
Don’t answer that.
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