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user id: 196994
Location: The Shire
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Joined: July 19, 2011
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 196994
Location: The Shire
Gender: F
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You are dust
and to dust
you shall return
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Can I just...Say
something?
NOBODY GIVES A FLYING FXCK ABOUT THE GENERATION YOU WERE BORN IN.
My mom isn't always like "SHOUT OUT TO THE 70'S KIDS WHO REMEMBER SCRUNCHIES AND PERMS!" because its dumb and irrelevant.
Who cares?
I mean really.
NOBODY GIVES A FLYING FXCK ABOUT THE GENERATION YOU WERE BORN IN.
My mom isn't always like "SHOUT OUT TO THE 70'S KIDS WHO REMEMBER SCRUNCHIES AND PERMS!" because its dumb and irrelevant.
Who cares?
I mean really.
“There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite
say out loud.”
“I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.” —If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.” —If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It
I bet if we dusted
her heart for
fingertips we'd
only find yours.
I thought I heard a plane crashing,
but now
I think it was your passion snapping.
but now
I think it was your passion snapping.
I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
" I'm not sure how one would prove the
whole, 'Vastness
of Love' thing...I
can't cut out my heart for you."
Nobody freak out,
but I have a signed
copy of A Fault In
Our Stars.
When music kills you,
at least it doesn't hurt.
I might never have liked you.
Point of fact, I despise you.
But that doesn't suggest I don't respect you.
Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded.
My gift to you.