April 2011
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I like how your car smells like something I’ve never smelt before. And how I can never compare it to something to remind me how it smells when I get home. But small traces of it weave and linger into my hair. I love the way your smooth skin dips and rises to create shadows when the sun rests upon your face. And the way you try to forget about your hair so it grows. And I love how you’re ...
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When you're sitting down watching TV and a crazy...
Bitch, I didn’t ask for 3D.
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You know what’s funny?
The fact that I can still like you (even if it’s a small amount) when I thought I got over you.
HAHA, fuck my life.
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