Living in the end is hard. Life for these ocelots is tough. But when I group of players come to the End in search if the Ender Dragon, the Ender ocelots are pushed to the limits. Will they survive this hard time or die trying.

A poem for the people who helped me stop cutting. Also one for this person who fucked up my life. So here's to you my lovelies. And that fucker.

It's easy to be happy right? Stick on a smile and voilà! Everyone assumes you're happy. How deceiving smiles can be. As much as you can fool other people with the mask you wear, you can never fool yourself. I'm Carrie. This is my journal.

"She saved me. Unfortunately, she couldnt do the same to herself." Isang punyetang poetry ni mxtthxw (Poetry #100) cover by -vibana

letting go of the words unsaid.