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oh jebus
i’ve been slacking on the net lately. )8
no lj posts or tumblr posts or anything… i don’t know what’s up. o__o;
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My mom always tells me to wear stockings `cos it’s cold.
Every time I actually listen, this happens. NAHSTY.
Reblog if you have a giant penis.
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Monstrous.
Yesterday. Today. Melting together.
Tearfully, scared to fucking death, I admitted it. I fucking love you. Though every sign told me not to, I can’t stand the thought of ever leaving you. Of a day passing where there’s absolutely no communication. Of a time where I hurt you. I don’t care how much your hurt me, love, because it doesn’t matter. I gave you my heart a long time ago, when I quietly admitted, “It’s you.”
You initiated it.
Most people would be happy. Not us. Never us. There’s too many complications, too many fragile hearts waiting to be broken at the mere mention of either of us breaking our casual ties with friends and being exclusive to each other. Every time one of our infamous “relationship talks” comes up, both of us end up in tears, and we always agree on one thing- “Let’s run away together. To Brazil, remember?”
I asked if you’d miss your best friend. You said yes, but it would be okay to miss him, because the both of you could still talk. The only thing that mattered would be us, finally having a chance at happiness. You asked if I really would. I told you I would, in a heartbeat, and never look back. I know it’s not exactly realistic, but God, you don’t know how much I wish we could solve all of our problems with a one-way flight to Rio. One day, love, one day.
snobs
“I just can’t stand reading bad essays. You know, like, essays from kids who don’t go to McNair.”
… it’s sad and true and I feel like an ass for completely agreeing.
I second that.
Bad essays actually just make me want to shoot myself. :|