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Fiddlestick Blog
Jenna. Writer. Musician. Fangirl. Australian. Crybaby. Blogger. Lover. Friend. OTAKU.

Truth be told, my brain sucks at being brain. See a hoard of posts here filled with fiddlesticks.
dolliecrave:

I’m fine. Always the same lie.

Always..

dolliecrave:

I’m fine. Always the same lie.

Always..

posted 1 year ago with 1,041 notes
THERE SHOULD BE; IT’LL BE THE BEST CROSSOVER EVER

THERE SHOULD BE; IT’LL BE THE BEST CROSSOVER EVER

I’d call Kurapika!

I’d call Kurapika!

posted 1 year ago with 20 notes
Not all that glitters is gold.

Not all that is brown, is chocolate.

Poo exists, okay?

posted 1 year ago
it’s an endless list

it’s an endless list

posted 1 year ago with 25,235 notes
EVERY NIGHT

EVERY NIGHT

posted 1 year ago with 38,853 notes
Because many anons asked for my Facebook account,

Let me tell all of you that I deactivated my FB account a month ago because FB is so booooring

posted 1 year ago
GUMI
The 6th Year
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posted 1 year ago
peacesinglove:

sometimes i’m too caught up with what people say. i’m very sensitive to negativity, and the fear of being seen as wrong makes me tiptoe what i do.
yet sometimes i question, do I live to make myself happy? or should I be subjected to people’s perception? 
Because, the world is not only ME. It’s consists of US.

peacesinglove:

sometimes i’m too caught up with what people say. i’m very sensitive to negativity, and the fear of being seen as wrong makes me tiptoe what i do.

yet sometimes i question, do I live to make myself happy? or should I be subjected to people’s perception? 

Because, the world is not only ME. It’s consists of US.

posted 1 year ago with 571 notes
my look-alike

my look-alike

posted 1 year ago with 4 notes
truth me told !!

truth me told !!

posted 1 year ago with 1,741 notes
erza my beautiful heroine

erza my beautiful heroine

posted 1 year ago with 226 notes
Insecurity Strikes.

I never knew why I was born in this world. I never knew, in the first place, how I was made, and how I stayed for nine months inside my mother’s womb. I never knew why I survived those nine months, and why God chose for me to.

I never knew why my mother and father decided this name I have now for me. I never knew why I had to become a substitute parent just because I’m the eldest child. I never knew why I got scolded for what my younger siblings did. I never knew why I had to be the only one exerting so much effort among the children. I never knew why I was created with a mind which adapts easily to any academic challenges.

I never knew why I had so many friends, but most of them were fakes. I never knew why I trust people so easily. I never knew why I fall in love fast. I never knew why I became sensitive 24/7.

I never knew why someone loved me —-

Am I deserving enough to be loved? Guess not. I’ve been an evil child to my parents, who keeps on defending herself though she obviously owns the defeat. I’ve been selfish, especially when it comes to food. I’m the laziest person on Earth in my own eyes. My room is a landfill. I get mad too easily, and same goes for reacting.

Moreover, I don’t like myself either on the outside. My face’s flooded with pimples, and I alwans do mannerisms such as biting nails and plucking hair.

Guess I’ll never know why.

posted 3 years ago with 1 note
posted 3 years ago with 18,609 notes