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"I want a cigarette."

"But you don't smoke cigarettes."

"I do when I'm with you."

Soaked with sweat from nightmares of loss ( Read more... )

"You deserve a guy who doesn't bring you new best friends by sleeping with them."

Ohhhh, David. How I love thee and thy hilarious ways.

Like when love is mere illusion and nothing's left but aching muscles, a tormented head, an unsteady heartbeat, disarray. When you don't know who's inside, who was there first, who will be there next, and why it's this way now. As though a volcano erupted, and forgot to take you with it. Like you're the only one who can see inside this hole. Where ( Read more... )

Julian: neat
Sarah: Right.
Julian: haha.
Sarah: Eh.
Julian: what?
Sarah: Nothing?
Julian: bleh
Sarah: Fabulous.
Julian: what?
Sarah: NOTHING.

Myra: dude, i seriously would probably just get up and leave, cause if you find that out mid makeout session its suuuuch a turn off

Me: Ah, but that's when the "I'm not ready for this" excuse comes into play.

Myra: lollllllllllllll

Me: You see, it's called game.

Myra: you really need a sex column

Me: I know, right? I'm Carrie fucken Bradshaw.

I don't know what's worse; the fact that I miss him, or the fact that you made me miss him.

Awhile back, I was bitching about how my Sidekick has all these ridiculous automatic text messages that make entirely too little sense.

Well, I'm starting to understand them now. I've literally used that "I have your sweatshirt" quick-text like, fifteen times already. People and their sweatshirts never stay together; always apart.

I'm happy, you're gone. I'm happy you're gone.