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When I take a look at my life without the aid of my dreaming and poetry, its rather lifeless, beating without blood, that sorta thing. We decided that we're both living a life of no life except each other. Sure, I'm young and in love and my drive is that one day I'm going to be fucking in the most beautiful hotel in Spain and photograph bullfights and such, but for now simply linking fingers during lunch, and sneaking kisses, and saving money for new converses, its just not enough. Its just not fucking enough. Excuse me, I just had a very tiring day.
Fuck this, a boy can do strange things to a girl and leave her dazzled but he can also leave her utterly fucking smashed.
It's not a matter of luck its actually a matter of smartness but who's ever really smart when it comes to falling in love?
Fuck this, a boy can do strange things to a girl and leave her dazzled but he can also leave her utterly fucking smashed.
It's not a matter of luck its actually a matter of smartness but who's ever really smart when it comes to falling in love?