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All I want, though, is to be a part of a disaccharide, and never dissolve. Someone I can grow old with, share a bench under the Space Needle, take photographs of me when I'm not looking. I don't want to be old news to them. I want to be the newspaper they pick up every day, read my stories, and know tomorrow will still happen, there will still be more stories to read. I would very much like to be in someone's life the way I wish for someone to be in mine. I don't want to spend my whole life searching, chasing, waiting for you.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
I Was Old News to You Then
All I want, though, is to be a part of a disaccharide, and never dissolve. Someone I can grow old with, share a bench under the Space Needle, take photographs of me when I'm not looking. I don't want to be old news to them. I want to be the newspaper they pick up every day, read my stories, and know tomorrow will still happen, there will still be more stories to read. I would very much like to be in someone's life the way I wish for someone to be in mine. I don't want to spend my whole life searching, chasing, waiting for you.
Mixed lyrics from Lorelai by Fleet Foxes and Song 6 by George Ezra
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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