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(This is totally a Matty fanfic blog)

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"There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen...but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from. "












Anonymous asked: Yo I just wanna say you're an amazing writer and honestly sp made me feel an indescribable emotion which is a good thing. Have a great day!

Omg thank you so much. Ahhhhh. You have a good day too babe!

Anonymous asked: I completely forgot that I had messaged you last year about Seventeen Pantomines, almost exactly a year ago, in fact, until I was aimlessly scrolling through ao3 in hopes of some new Matty material during this drought of a hiatus. Anyway, how are you? I've been writing a bit myself, nothing worth posting though. I want to request something, but in the span of twelve months I've sort of lost inspiration, even for Matty. Can you believe it? Maybe by June things will pick up again. Talk soon! xx

Hi honey! I’m doing good, love. Really good. I think that’s a big reason why I haven’t been back to writing 17P. I wrote that in the middle of a very long mental break and idk. It’s hard going back to that mental state to finish it.
But love, anything you write is definitely worth posting. But I know the feeling.
And maybe losing inspiration in Matty is a good thing, maybe it’s time to find it somewhere else.

❝

And if you’re going to love me, you need to know that I am a complete mess. I cry whenever someone raises their voice and I always think that I’m never good enough because in the past that’s been the case. I cry whenever I start to even remotely think about my future because I don’t know who I am without this sadness and I don’t think I’m ever going to get better. I love animals way too much so I’m always bringing strays home. I get attached way too easily and I don’t know how to keep a conversation going. There’s days when everything is too much and I won’t speak to a single soul so please don’t take offense when I don’t return your calls. I come with a lot of baggage so you should know that I am no ray of sunshine and I am not made of fairy dust and everything pink and sunny. I am made of heartache, tears and sadness. If you’re going to love me, you should know that I open up way to easily and it leaves me with nothing for myself and that hurts. I let people take pieces of me whenever they decide to leave so I’m hoping that you won’t do that. As much of a realist that I am, I love romance. I don’t believe in a prince saving me, but I do believe in unicorns and ghosts. I always say my favorite color is blue, but if you ask me why I don’t have a happy meaning for it. I haven’t been to my father’s grave since the day we put him in the ground and that eats away at me. Holidays are always hard even though I always have a smile on my face. If you ask me what’s wrong more than likely I’ll say that nothing is wrong and that I am in fact fine. This is far from the truth. I am never fine, but there are days when I’m okay and if you can’t understand that then you should not be telling me you love me. I’m scared of love and what it does to people so if at times I push you away I am sorry. So I guess what I’m trying to say if that I am no picnic in the park and I hope that you can still say you love me. I am not for everyone, but I hope I am for you.

- Deeply Feeling Series // via promisesofamazing (via promisesofamazing)
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