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Elisabeth with an S. Georgia Peach.
Like a unicorn, but better.
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July 26, 2012
| Keegz: | Hey Lissy...you know how I told you to stay in touch and stuff? |
| E: | Yeah? |
| Keegz: | You're doing a horrible job. |
July 25, 2012
I wonder if Leia knew, from the very beginning. if she knew Han Solo was no good, a scoundrel that could never give her what she needed. That her ‘i love you’ would be answered with a simple ‘i know.’ If she knew he would break her heart, but all was forgiven once he smiled at her. If she knew all the bad wouldn’t be worth the good, but she still would love him just as much.
July 22, 2012
The best part about falling asleep with someone is not having to wake up alone.
July 18, 2012
A good two inches gone D:
Also anytime I overlay this filter I automatically feel pretentious.
July 18, 2012
Boo.
Sometimes my mood plummets because of tumblr. I really should either emotionally distance myself, or stay off of here.
July 16, 2012
I don’t know why that bothers me so much. Or why I let it. After I’ve seen it through, I think I will in turn, be through with you.
July 31, 2012
That’s when you know. When they make you fall asleep with a smile, wake up with a song in your heart. When you stop worrying about forever and just focus on the now. When they make you a better person, a better friend, a better lover. When they hold your hand and all those insecurities are gone because if this person loves you, well all other things kinda fade in comparison. When they don’t try to make you jealous, but treat you like a princess. When their kiss is enough to make you fall again, every single time. That’s when you know.
July 25, 2012
You’re getting too close, too close for comfort. And I’ll end up doing something stupid, like always.
July 23, 2012
Anytime I open up, even the slightest bit, its like I’m raw and on edge for the longest afterwards.
Probably why I keep most things to myself.
July 19, 2012
I do not fit into the complexity that is your life. I do not mesh with your friends, I do not laugh along at their jokes. I do not live the same way you do, or breathe the same air you do. I do not love like you do, lust like you do, drinksmokefuckcuss like you do. I do not, do not, do not fit into your life.
July 18, 2012
I just found an old thought log.
When the first boy I loved broke my heart, I made a summation using the grievimg stages vs. levels of activity/distraction and the probability of us never getting back together to come up with a date that I would be over it, and able to move on. It was having that definite date that helped me, as sad as it sounds. On worse days, I would simple say ‘Just get through it, you only have x more months and it will all be memories.’
Maybe this is what’s wrong with me, because emotions don’t always abide to the exact measures like science. Not to say I’m not over him, not at all, but to say maybe this is why relationships are so hard for me.
July 17, 2012
Maybe I’m ment to be this way. Maybe it was fate. Maybe I can’t help doing the things I do, and maybe I can’t love you. Maybe these are all sorry excuses,because I’m not the me I want to be.
July 14, 2012
