January 2009
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road trip
life needs a road map telling us where to stop when to keep going warn of us those oh so bad situations have some sort of detailed love life and a kick ass soundtrack for the road.
&& sometimes, it’s just better getting lost
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hello
boy: you're stupid
girl: you're mean. big fat meany.
boy: love you :]
girl: love you too :]
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memory
maybe tomorrow you’ll remember the words you left on my tounge all those secrets we’d recall as dreams rather than moments if nobody saw then it couldn’t excist as reality still they’ll try and convince us of things that will never be or in your worlds should never be but maybe i wanted you to love me like that with cherrys on our cheeks
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we talked in short sentences. to make it seem like it meant less. i used them as a reminder. this is the end.
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things
“the tables depressed me” it was things like this you never understood things you eventually accepted things i could never explain other then saying it had something to do with the snow and that morning the next day i saw you stair out the window for hours with so many questions in your eyes and all i had to say was that the moment was gone.
her words usually melt my heart.
howtheheartbends:
Your girl calls you: Every night after midnight with vodka on her tongue, names your mother did when you were small, on none of your shit.
You call her yours because when she is folded into your bed, she is less than you, and you know you make her more. Your half is always greater than hers.
She is all syrup and no substance. You are too much...
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babybaby
and all those maybe one-day babys have added up on my walls black letters overlapping and caving in i said i was scared and you said you move slowly i’m not asking for leaps and bounds just to make one maybe one-day today.
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truths
&& all those moments lost somewhere between the lines i’ve tried to make up for then you’ll take your big black marker and scribble over who i thought you were writing things like this is me, i am here or something like it i don’t think anything less just wish for once i could be the one thats right && you’d be wrong
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tender
they always try and make it sound like if we survive until tomorrow it will all be alright so we’ll make it through one more night eyes wide and hopeful and between the morning fog we had convinced ourselfs that this was it whatever nonsense they tried to sell to us while our eyes and ears were focused someplace else still i miss you between goodbyes and hellos
[not to be confused with...
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