January 2010
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I love it when I dream because even though there's...
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Saturday night alone.
Blank canvas. Covered in layers of crap to create perfection. Little lady dazzled herself up to be stranded forever waiting for your arrival. Sleeplessness formed. The night was still young. But it was foolish thinking. Rejection came again. The layers will melt with her tears. Blank canvas once again.
“If you tell the truth you don’t have to remember anything.”
– Mark Twain
vialaurataylor:
Lemonade - Lifted
It makes me...
I want to be pretty.
The feeling of pure beauty is all a girl ever dreams for. To feel beautiful. I constantly compare myself to other girls. I want to pluck certain attributes and physical features from them and create myself in a master piece. I want longer softer hair that drapes over me but doesn’t cover my face. I want eyes that are piercing yet sweet with eyelashes that gasp for height. I want a smile that...
crashingcarousels:
Dear Katie,
I miss us. You know just being in the same room as you. Always watching a computer screen. Our eyes blank when in a boring conversation or laughing our heads off at some lame arse picture about Twilight. Finding an inside joke and listening to Demi Lovato’s Don’t Forget like we just got dumped by the love of our life.
Can we please time travel to last year.
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It's funny how a few words from him could make me...
viadaphneemarie:
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I know that right now you’re mad at me. You feel like I’ve hurt you and I hope you’ll forgive me. It turns out, sometimes you have to do things that may suck for the other person. Sometimes you have to do something risk taking and stupid to figure out how to make things right.
We're under the sheets and your killing me.
viaprecipice:
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You will be the death of me.
I fell in love with you. Insecurities created by you cause me to be so paranoid that I’ve built a security system to avoid any other guys be let in. The sight of you can make me completely break down. You steal the air I breathe causing me to choke and turn purple. And just I think I’ve buried you somewhere deep down, you reappear and I feel the hurt all over again and it brings me to...
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The best feeling.
Those little things you do. They mean so much. When you realize how much I really did like you and how much I cared for you. It’s all I ever wanted. You make me smile like crazy. And even though we’re not together anymore, we’re gonna be really good friends. I know we will be.
I’m not perfect. I’ll annoy you, piss you off, say stupid things, like your friends, make the awkwardest situations, get jealous very easily and then take it all back. But put all of that aside, you’ll never find a girl who cares more about you than me.
I'm a compulsive liar.
I like to be different. I like to embrace change. And at times I forget who I am. I create this completely different image of myself. I don’t know how to be honest and I’m a good liar. This needs to stop.
