August 2011
July 2011
you’re such a motherfucking sweetheart. you know exactly what to say. you’re such a flirt, but i like it. and we’re getting to be kinda close. i wanna trust you, i wanna warn you about the huge mess you’re getting yourself into by talking to me, but i don’t know how. i love how you call me babe and how you make me laugh and how you make me smile constantly. how you...
there's just something about you..
i just got this random urge to cry. to scream and bawl my eyes out. to cry and cry and cry about nothing at all and everything in the world. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t like me. he’s gone and i didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. i’ll never hear his laugh or watch his face light up with that amazing smile. i’ll never get to see him on christmas or play video...
and smile for all them haters (:
i love the light brown color of his eyes and how he picks me up when i refuse to stand or when i’m in his way and won’t move. i love how he’ll call me at 10 o’clock to go outside and get a hug. i love being with him. i love his hugs and how, sometimes, he’ll pick me up or he’ll squeeze me so tight i can’t breath. i love how my head comes up to about...
“He broke up with you, right? After telling you he loved you and calling you pet...”
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FUCKING… THIS. (via ohheyskeet)
