Oh.
And stop.
Assuming.
I'm sick of it.

you know sometimes I just don't give a damn anymore.

In all honesty. I mean, not in that way, anymore. But.

just.

please. please.

it's all i'm asking for.
all I've ever wanted

it's in times like these
where I think of you.

and wonder if you think of me.

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i'm back here again.
secrets.

I might not even see you again. I didn't even get the chance to see you.
God, I'm going to miss you. Odd.
I'm going to miss wishing that for once things would go my way. the way you make my heart skip, the way you make my thoughts race, the way ( Read more... )

 acetone heroes and rainbow hearts.

 it's funny how you just end up hurt when you're cleaning up your own mess.

 There's not enough time for anything.

Don't you think there's something great out there for each of us?

and, oh, hi. i miss you.

 what's up with you.

someone stole all the stars tonight.

 please.

i still want to type.

"...I almost fell off of the cliff the other night trying to gather some firewood, it was one of those movie falls where you slip and catch yourself then realize how close you actually were to being in a serious mess..."

Please, please, please.

don't. don't. if you don't, don't. but please.

 and i'm just forgetting that i said this.

que sera sera. i won't let you take me.

 You make me feel nostalgic, you make me feel like I've missed out on something.
You make me feel empty, with just one look.

And, hell, I barely even know you.