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Several things:
- I wish you would SHUT THE FUCK UP. Your life is not that bad. Be grateful.
- I'm in the mood for a partyyy, have not been to one in far too long. I feel like dancing dancing/
- Wake up, girl. He's not interested, and as long as you keep giving him what he wants, he's never going to want more.
- I wish you would come over,,,
- Blogger is annoying me, I'm much more a Tumblr person now
The enD.
long legged, wild haired, impossibly beautiful. youth was so delicate and lovely i wish i could cup it in my hands. but youth, like water, has the tendency of slipping through the cracks, no matter how tightly you try to hold it. you can’t grip onto something without friction. it is the way of the world; there is nothing without friction. it keeps you on the ground, it keeps you still, it keeps you moving. and friction is beautiful. especially the friction between your leg and mine, bouncing in the spaces between our fingers, rubbing up against the seams of your jeans. the loveliest friction, and indeed, the loveliest part of being young, was between you and i.
Several things:
