( would you fuck me? cause i'd fuck me. )

basketball season. the smell of rubber balls, the feeling of sweat running down your cheeks..the squeak of tennis shoes, the strawberries on your knees, back, and hips..the loss of breath after running 5 laps, the realisation that you're horribly out of shape..the free passes to the gym, the new uniforms..getting socks and shoelaces to match, ( Read more... )

joan of arcadia makes me cry like a little biatch. the end.

..and never will i give up trying cause you're everything to me.


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dying my hair as i type. how hot is that?

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agggggggggggggggggggh the pain.

i don't wanna die.

EDIT: i feel as if death is living inside my body. playing a song of doom on my ribcage. rappa says it's just heartburn. blah.

it's been a rough week. things are looking up, though.
everyone keep kyle jen and emily in your thoughts.

mrs. byrd's a bitch, that's all there is to it. i don't know that i'll ever let that go.

here's a picture for you all.

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and walking away was my biggest mistake, but notice i found my way back to you. and the scent you left on my shirt? it says, "you and me forever." and the things that we thought, they hurt my heart. but please, don't worry lover. i can see it in your eyes. and the looks you're throwing at me? they say, "you and me forever." crying with you in the ( Read more... )

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