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in other words, i'm
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22:53, Irrevocably;
Thursday, 5 November 2009
streetlamps are such very lonely, sacrificial things. they make me want to sit under one with my knees drawn up to sleep the countless rainy nights away; anyway, all the best ♡ to you who are reading this (& needing it) for our final lap tomorrow :D -- looping dashboard confessional is giving me a sense of stability. everything is slowly, very slowly returning back to normality. i'm happy. the sand has started crumbling, your wall is tumbling, i feel like something's missing, my heart is aching, but little matter, i'm happy. 23:59 --If you're reading this, could you take me on a ride? Press a coin into my palm, whisk me off somewhere; to anywhere, where I can lose myself in (with) you. In all your silver rings, and all your silken things That song you softly sing is keeping you from breaking. ♥ pmz |
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