i have reason to believe
quite possibly
that if you break up with me
i'll be a sad, sad, lonely girl and might have to stalk you in the night and hurt you like you hurt me (i mean, no pressure, girl).
that being said,
i hope you have a very, very, very lovely birthday.
hearts,
carla
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please observe how fucking awesome i am at grammar. apparently, i rock!
thankyouandgoodnight.
"And everything that hurts you
Gets stuffed up inside you
Like butterflies with wings
And other perfect things
We go swimming in the sunshine
Dangling from clotheslines
Separate and fall into me"
-Counting Crows