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Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one's mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable "hunger" and depression burn within; my heart roasting.
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings. As infants grow to become teenagers into adults… A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
In my dreams Is the only place I can be with you Without remorse Or pain In my dreams I am full of life And love And hope Happy And home with you
15 things I wish I could say to you... One: I hate you.
1. Going Opposite: Tomato, Tomata, Hakuna Matata.I always find myself going opposite of my mentor, drawing a wedge more extensive than the grand canyon.
I’m not saying I’m in love, that would be way too fast. I’m just saying I have some feelings, I haven’t felt in the past. A feeling of comfort that I don’t reach easily.
1.The smell before the rain. 2. Long walks at night. 3. Songs that make me cry. 4. Big sweaters in the winter, warm and comfortable. 5. The taste of blood surfacing when giving hickeys
The Five Types of Guys You Will Fall For Before You Turn 18: A Letter I Wish I Could Send to Myself 5 Years Ago
1) Don't ever depend on others if you don't have to.2) I miss the fall leaves. I miss how I shivered in snow.3) I don't know what to say to him.4) I have bad ankles because I never stood up for myself.
Make a list of all the things in your house that can kill you. Have you ever had someone tell you they love youand then tell you it was a lie? Abandonment seems to be the necessary process for existance. Bleach.
One: You're just gay. Really, so how I love Is just repressed - Like I can just come out From the darkness you seem to see In my chest. That I'm ashamed of my heart,
Bright yellow first Daffodils on the longest summer day In the perfect sunny afternoon Lemons bought from the local grocer
To whom it may concern, It is healthy food for which i yearn. For it's called chicken but looks like a log. Then after we eat, we continue to learn in fog.