August 2010
summer.
i guess i’ve really made the most of my summer this year.
i can’t believe it’s only less than 2 weeks left before i’m back at school.
i mean… i think i’ve done everything i’d planned and more.
i’ve fallen in love,
became closer to the people that mean the most,
danced until i dropped,
blasted music all night long,
camped out under the...
"To be 100% real, I don’t believe there is such a...
-holdon:
prettywillswallowyouforever:
conversecutie:
lightupmyeyes:
lovingyoufromadistance:
pmagnaye:
kimmyr:
ecabungcaal:
infatuationisabitch:
petersbloggin:
-Wale
It's sweet when someone remembers every little...
-holdon:
naaydeaan:
shehatesthesun:
dressedinpoetry:owleatchu:asdfmichelle:givemeawink:michelleeyy:waffleboat:(via bbyxloaniex3)
i hate thinking of an excuse just to talk to you.
i hate chasing you.
i hate constantly checking my phone.
i hate wishing you’d text me first.
i hate reading texts over and over again.
i hate missing you.
i hate ever falling for you.
i hate things not being the same.
i hate not being able to spend all day with you.
i hate feeling like i’ve done something wrong.
i hate how...
what is wrong with me?
citylightstostarrynights:
suddenly after talking to you, i feel hardly any emotions, just empty inside. this time last year we used to be best friends, talking for hours on end, and it used to be so amazing. but now it’s all different, maybe something changed. you changed.
crossyourfingers:
(via jesssycx)
Hideaway →
Put your music player on shuffle. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
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i was riding shotgun with my hair undone
now you know i know
they made a statue of us
i have been running away for too long
North to south
you say theres no place you’d rather be
i choked back tears today
oh i’ve been working a week i’m...
4337.) Why can't I just accept you for who you...
(via blogconfession)
metric - eclipse (all yours) →
“i “ell-ooh-vee-ee” you.”
