don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from the good, the bad, the ugly. I keep the melted me in bottled up, inside where no one can touch her until unbidden, until I have been broken down, ran down to my lowest, and, she comes pouring out. The only thing that can save her, is… The bad, and ugly.
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I feel for you so hard, I was happy as I could be, and then.. YOU DO THIS TO ME. WHY? YOU DON’T TALK TO ME, BLOCK ME ON FACEBOOK. FUCK MY LIFE>
This summer… has just begun.. And I sat outside for an hour, now.. NOTHING. I can just tell it’s going to be a wonderful summer. YAAY. </3
when someone starts to annoy me
and then they’re like
then i’m just like
funniest blog ever
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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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this blog is epic
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