( It's not I don't adore you )

( Listening to my 'Nostalgia' playlist. )

( You're rubber cement )

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Life is way too perfect. Even if I can't tell him he's perfect anymore, I can say that, can't I? That he makes me happy. That he drives me crazy. That I enjoy it. That I think of him all the time. That he distracts me, in a good way. That I know this is going to end but ever since he said it when I think that I think 'but we can't spend all our ( Read more... )

( You're constantly running through my head )

Being sick left her with nervous energy that came out as nailbiting. The things you think you're over.
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She hated cranberry sauce with a furious burning passion of a thousand suns combusting like volcanos simultaneously.
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The trees are leaning over / talking to each other / whispering / they're telling lies
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There was a kind of song, the Bad ( Read more... )