Elly and Kitty Bitter doing jump exercises. Berlin, 1926
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.
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Trying to figure out why I post things on tumblr…
I have very few followers. No one cares what I have to say. It all seems so pointless. Other than the fact that it gives me a chance to express myself without worrying what people will see it, and who will judge me for what I say. I guess the lack of people just makes it easier for me to say things. Its like a diary that people can read, but everyone chooses not to because no one cares, which is nice. Comforting almost.
Every time I sit down and talk with my boyfriend I feel like things get better. I mean, it makes me feel better anyways, even though I know that he isn’t big on talking about feelings and such. But he will sit there and listen to everything I have to say, which means a lot to me, because I think that it might help him understand where all of my crazy comes from. I only get crazy and upset over stupid things because I love him more than I know how to express..
He thinks he can do better than me. But I am more than determined to prove to him that I am the best for him. Because I know that I am. I would do anything for him, and make him happier than he thinks he could be. And sitting down and talking to him gives me that chance to tell him that I’ll fight every day to be better than the last, and to make him happier than the day before, and to make him love me more than the day before. So I’m thankful that he will honestly sit down and listen to what I have to say and take it to heart. Its just one of him many amazing qualities that prove hes different and better than anyone I’ve been with before. :)
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i want my boyfriend to serenade me.
hes such a cutie patootie with a booty. and i wanna die when he sings and plays guitar. hes da besssssssssssst
I’ll fight to stay with you.
I’ll do anything it takes to be yours forever.