asking all the questions but the hardest one
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when you say you want to cry because you’re sorry, i want to weep because i don’t believe in apologies
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the almost blue sky is suffocatingly beautiful. unfamiliar bed and an all too familiar feeling. limbo limbo limbo under this invisible bar;backbending for the small things, the intangible things. like the dark green around your iris, or the slight, instinctual brush against my cheek.giveandtakegiveandtakegiveandtake,give
-i love you
-i can’t answer that truthfully
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i walk outside in the dark and there you are, blowing dandelions with your back on the grass, a friend who shows up when i don’t realize i need it
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‘you seem like the type of girl who has never had to watch a dream die’
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justification for not sleeping: why the **** break a perfectly handsome insomnia streak? also, music.
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roofs, cigarettes, porches, cigarettes, satisfyingly self destructive habits, Tom Waits, coffee black as the nicotine inside
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or whatever.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 5:22 AM UTC
asking all the questions but the hardest one
- - - - -
when you say you want to cry because you’re sorry, i want to weep because i don’t believe in apologies
- - - - -
the almost blue sky is suffocatingly beautiful. unfamiliar bed and an all too familiar feeling. limbo limbo limbo under this invisible bar;backbending for the small things, the intangible things. like the dark green around your iris, or the slight, instinctual brush against my cheek.giveandtakegiveandtakegiveandtake,give
-i love you
-i can’t answer that truthfully
- - - - -
i walk outside in the dark and there you are, blowing dandelions with your back on the grass, a friend who shows up when i don’t realize i need it
- - - - -
‘you seem like the type of girl who has never had to watch a dream die’
- - - - -
justification for not sleeping: why the **** break a perfectly handsome insomnia streak? also, music.
- - - - -
roofs, cigarettes, porches, cigarettes, satisfyingly self destructive habits, Tom Waits, coffee black as the nicotine inside
- - - - -
or whatever.
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