MY HEART ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS.
October 2011
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September 2011
79 posts
I wish you’ll show up someday and all this is a terrible dream.
I just want things to go back to how they were.
That’s all I want.
It’s not fair.
I’ll never understand.
I want my best friend back.
“There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.”
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My bucket list now lives on the world wide web.
Things Either Fall Apart Or In Place
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.
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9:42 PM: Bed. Boy. Beats. Booze.
What a fantastic day/night.
Necessities for a killer Friday night/Saturday morning: Gallivant around the city. Play with dogs. Do the twist in random bars. Popcorn. Listen to the glitch mob until 6 am while perfecting the british accent with the help of a brit.
Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can come together.
Out with the Calvin Klein model. Not mad. Not mad at all.
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