Pink Triangle

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If you’re interested in color theory, or you like beautifully-designed little games, or you just feel like being bad at something today (OH MY GOD SLOW DOWN TOO MANY COLORS), try this.

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3.6.

Fuck.

4.5

[ 6.2 ??? Falsmflak DANG ]

6.0

omg that was hard. especially toward the end

7.3. That last part was welllppppppp. XD

edit: 8.8

8.8

I guess I treated you wrong.

I guess I did everything wrong.

I’m probably going to do it again to someone else that doesn’t deserve it.

Even to this day, she thinks I don’t have the right to be heard.

I don’t like to be hung up on.

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Lights Out: Casey Neistat demonstrates the Whisky Water Trick.

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I fell in love with Fleetwood Mac again.

Who I am.

It’s weird.

I weigh over 140 lbs. now. I spent the last nineteen years of my life never breaking 120. I spent the last two years at 110. But now I’m getting really musclular. No one can really tell, though. I’m unnaturally healthy. And way too strong.

Dance is the center of my life again. I’ve been learning a new style every week to broaden my comfort zone. I feel complete when I move the way I do, whether it looks good to anyone else or not.

I can connect to my imagination through paper again. I feel at peace when I’m drawing or writing prose.

I keep everything to myself. I don’t offer my opinion or my help anymore unless I’m asked, and even then I hold a lot back. I seems like to be more comfortable with living, I have to pretend that I’m okay with everything. At least until I get home. I’ve also completely lost my temper. I can’t stop myself from screaming or from breaking things anymore.

I still love endlessly. But no longer without fear. I’m scared of everything. But at the same time, it feels great when she convinces me that everything’s going to be okay.

I still seldom sleep. But when she’s wrapped in my arms, I get just enough to get by.

A lot’s changed. I don’t like the new me.

I’m trying to forget that I’m addicted to you.
I want it, and I need it; I’m addicted to you.
Now it’s over; Can’t forget what you said.
And I never wanna do this again.

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:3 Melissa always has my back on things.

Even when I feel stupid.

I don’t like being told by my own mother that my dreams are a waste of money or a teenage whim.

Or when she tells me that I’ve always been immature. Or that I’ve never learned how to be independant. Or that I’m wasting my life.

How would she know anything if she’s never watched me do anything I love?

If it’s a waste of my time, then it must be a waste of hers, too.

Shut the fuck up, Kyle.

What the hell did you even know about what we had?

I’m tired of your bullshitting.

I may have something new now, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll throw away the memories I have or the importance of connecting to someone.

And even if you knew anything, I never had the nerve to disrespect relationships and talk shit to you whenever you’d whine about Mel.

I never told you that it was stupid, that it was a bad relationship, or that most of the things you felt were blown out of proportion by the fact that you’re too stupid to understand what happens in a real relationship.

Because I have respect for other people.

I feel like I’ve had my leg pulled for a couple years now.

I keep trying to reach out. But my ears reach too far.

And you’re losing my vote.

I still care. ‘._.)

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