Take wing on a balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet
“It’s strange, the memories we keep.” Yeah, I’m just a crack on the side walk, asphalt will cover me and I’m going to be forgotten. I think I don’t want to be forgotten. But I have to be for people’s lives to get better. I think that is how things work. I just don’t get the use of these memories. People fall in love because of the things people share with them. If they’re gone, and if things become inconsistent, *poof* things become dull and bit by bit, people would learn to forget. And if people forget, then there’s nothing to recall. Duh. Forget I ever said that. But yeah, if you’re just as happy with me as you are with the girl next to you, then why is it that you prefer to get stuck with me? If you feel like you’re being suffocated and if you can’t figure me out, it’s easy to leave me, Our lives aren’t entwined as much as it will be if we continue, and I don’t think you’ll regret ending things. HAHAHA just fucking with you bro :P I love you so much :*
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I’m a Lego Man, this is my Lego dance. ( x )
this guy is deep.
Source: nevillles
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Source: tic-tac-scented-tree
I remember sitting on my chair, taking the test so seriously, holding my folder so as not to get cheated. I remember going to the playground and just staying in the roofed slide while raindrops fell. I remember pushing myself higher while riding the swing because no one would. I remember playing see-saw with my friends who left me at the end of the school year. I remember having a picture taken with someone beside me, holding my hand anonymously. I remember dancing with another guy during the play. I still think about the times I played with them. I still see those halls that were once cold, not because of the non-existent ac unit but because of the wind woozing in. I can’t forget the time he got creeped out because of the injury that turned into a scar. I can’t forget the time he tried to give me what I want. But never what I need. I thought of scenarios that could make a person wacko because if he was someone else, I would’ve bent easily. These letters are starting to float. I want gravity to stop working for everything to fall into place. Imissthis but dismiss it.
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Melting Crayon Art: The Deathly Hallows [x]
OMFG I AM MAKING THIS
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Do you know what everyone says about you? They say that you’re a home-schooled jungle freak, who’s a less-hot version of me.
Source: murrayed
apparently her heart got brokenand she’d rather be in someone else’s placethe gray clouds have taken
the buckets and the trace
I stood inside a pipe
And there I cried
For the fruits are barely ripe
And the tree just died
I went out and saw the field
I saw the grass again
I can’t afford a shield
So I’ll just hide in my den
Seventeen, what’s the difference?
I guess we’ll find out.
If we dared go out the fence,
Will someone scream and shout?
Tad bit
I’ve watch too many hearts fall and break,
Mostly torn apart by their lover’s ignorance.
I’ve seen them burning pictures by the lake,
Probably because of bitter romance.
I notice them whine about the grass on the other side,
Comparing ‘til their eyes drop
All they do is glance and see others ride,
Their old lover’s crop.
A second of perfection as they caught a glance
Of nature’s most brilliant creation
They feed their souls with guilty prance,
Huge desire and infatuation
A smile, oh but a smile can do anything
Admiration ran through these poor souls
Little do they know that the onset flirting
Was everything but theirs
It was alright, they’re on their way
To a runway of illogical stance
Playing martyr is like molding clay
Using hands of bitter romance.
I want an alligator
First I want an ice cream. Coffee. Yeah. That’d be nice. Then I’ll get an alligator. Then I’ll just spend the night talking and talking and talking to my boyfriend. Then I’ll just fall asleep next to him. And it’s almost 1. Which means that I need to sleep now or else I won’t be able to be awesome tomorrow and my boyfriend’s gonna scold me =)) then he’ll tell me to get more sleep. and we’ll just have to pull off another all-nighter next time. and that we have to get to sfacs early so we could avoid my stalkers :)) We have to end up together. That’s what he said anyway. :)
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