tangled bodies in hammocks.
nothing better.
i can't believe i'm this lucky.
best.dude.ever.

buried in pillows and blankets with bad movies playing that we don't even follow.

i'll be there in 10 minutes. every time.

my god.
it's happening again
screaming gets you nothing

i drew a heart around the name of your city

How we waste our precious time,
Marching in the picket line,
That surround those striking hearts,
And the time is never now,
And we know who we should love,
But we're never certain how.

i can't wait for all of this to be over.
too many feelings, too many secrets.

i'm still being followed by the teenage FBI.

it finally happened.

and in a year kate and i will be conquering other places and all of their men.

nothing feels better than a best friend.

time is a game only children play well

how can i love you if you won't lie down?

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

and fuck

fucking shit needs to happen.
really fucking fast.

my life is a sham.

yeah weird.

what a surprise.

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