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Your hair is the worst. But it’s decent in the sunlight. Thank you for never putting your arm around me in the cinema. Or holding my hand down every street corner. I’ve always had a problem with your crooked smile. You’re sweaty all the time. Forcing you to shower took too much of my time. Sometimes you make me want to throw up. I go crazy when you make me laugh like a maniac. Sweet infinite circles, we speak in silence. I’m so god **** in love with you.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
False Pretense
Your hair is the worst. But it’s decent in the sunlight. Thank you for never putting your arm around me in the cinema. Or holding my hand down every street corner. I’ve always had a problem with your crooked smile. You’re sweaty all the time. Forcing you to shower took too much of my time. Sometimes you make me want to throw up. I go crazy when you make me laugh like a maniac. Sweet infinite circles, we speak in silence. I’m so god **** in love with you.
marissa-godinez
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
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