December 2009
1 tag
And you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let...
fuckyeahmeangirls:
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crushes:
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I want to know what colour of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favourite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favourite architect. I want to know how hard you can...
“This is the day we met. You were down by the surf. I could just make you out in...”
– Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (via somethingimpersonal)
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are...
(via thewordsalloverme)
“Now,” those Plumbago lips say, “You are going to tell me your story...”
– “Invisible Monsters”, Chuck Palahniuk
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– “Invisible Monsters”, Chuck Palahniuk
13633.) I miss you, but I know why everyone leaves...
(via blogsecret)
765.) Sometimes I wonder what my life would be...
(via blogconfession)
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She wanted something else, something different,...
(via wordsoflove)
