October 2010
September 2010
“Then you worry if you’re falling for him again.
Just like last time.
And...”
– january seventh twenty-ten. 11:26 pm.
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Since She Left: Those kind of relationships →
sincesheleft:
.You know, the passionate ones. The ones where sex is constantly on your mind. You spend your days imagining fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring every inch of bare skin. Every date, you sit across from each other, both of you nodding your heads, barely tolerating the required…
Welcoming Change.mp3 by Jay Albright →
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you asked me to remember.
It had been ten minutes past eight now, and you still hadn’t come over.
Normally you were late, but I wasn’t going to have you ruin my perfect attendance.
I considered calling fist, but I grabbed my keys from the basket in the mudroom and pulled on a buttery cashmere shawl collar coat. I locked the door behind me and closed the garage as I slid into the seat of my black 1960 BMW....
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“Do you ever get that feeling where you realize how small and insignificant you...”
– january seventh twenty-ten. 11:18 pm.
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“He’s pumpkins and a warm fire,
Fresh coffee and my favorite sweater....”
– september twelfth twenty-ten. 10:57 pm.
“Why did it take you stealing my boyfriend to make me finally understand that you...”
– Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List Rachel Cohn and David Levithan
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why?
Why do you make me want to love you?
Hate you?
Miss you?
Why do you make me want to hug you?
To hold you?
To kiss you?
Why do you make me want to hit you?
To yell?
to scream?
To kick you?
Why do you make me want to need you?
To cry?
To ache?
To wish for you?
Why do you make me want to want you?
creepy, yet hilarious. ah, gnomes. →
“They live in secret places, windy cliffs, wolf-dens where water pours from the...”
– Beowulf.
spare eyes. →
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him.
Sometimes I love you. Because you call me pretty, and talk to me when they don’t. Because you tease, and they don’t. Because you’re gorgeous and perfect.
But sometimes I miss you. Because you’re not the sweet, awkward, naive boy that I fell in love with: danced with, talked with, hugged with…but never kissed.
So sometimes I hate you. Because you broke my heart....
