May 2013
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I fear that one day
You’ll leave the door open
And in another will stray
They’ll lay waste to our kingdom
They’ll take all that was mine to claim
And you’ll let it happen
You’ll let this all be in vain.
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But you won’t shed tears, won’t cry for these things. That would make you human, and being human is a sin.
April 2013
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March 2013
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Dear Love Of My Life,
Sometimes you can be an asshole.
But sometimes you can be sexy
and perfect
and flawless
and amazing
and cute
and brilliant.
I may not always like you, but I’ll always love you.
Till I die.
Signed
-Your Lover of Five Years
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Got in a car accident today, and on top of it the cop who magically showed up gave me a ticket for god knows what.
F.U.C.K Y.O.U bitchassho
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February 2013
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January 2013
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that awkward moment where something you created has 3400+ notes on Tumblr. I feel like a celebrity, bitches.
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I’ve never understood peoples inability to just say whats wrong. Instead they throw hints left and right, and hope you’ll eventually notice what the hell is wrong, in the mean time wasting all my damn time.
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December 2012
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Till Five Years
Walking by hand at the rivers edge Looking like a fairy tale moment One that’s about to end I’ll look into your eyes And I’ll see the glory of years Five years of peace, and five years of no tears As we stroll, the waters lap aboard The shore holds them back As our feet splash, like soldiers going to war How I’ve found someone like you, I shall never know For five years of...
November 2012
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maybe one of these days you’ll die and I won’t have to pretend I like you anymore
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I’m old enough to bleed, I’m old enough to breed, I’m old enough to crack a brick in your teeth while you sleep
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The Buffalo Prince
The grass begins to creep Like a woman from poem I use to know Swinging gently in the breeze In this place I called home. The Land of Pillars The Land of Grey Stone The Land where the buffaloes roam. Such a sweet mess, we’ve gotten ourselves in For I’m the loneliest king The Buffalo Prince No more knights to call my own No more ladies in waiting To stand by the throne. Out here the...
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I think bulimia is better than anorexia. At least you get to still eat delicious things, and in some cases: twice!
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