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I put our names into one of those love meters. We got 100%
- A
You sit in parks with me. You allow me to give you dinosaur nicknames. You joke around about leaving me for my brothers.Do you know that you are perfect? I do.
- Kaysiraptor
I love how your toes curl in when you get excited while playing video games, and how you laugh like a 12 year old girl.
- The girl accross the hall
All the thoughts I could voice that would change nothing – thoughts that cannot slow the world – dwell still at my core. I move and can feel them, pushing out from under. They are there, within, nonce purposed and left. No bursting forth will come; there is no salvation for the parceled out heart. The body senses what is gone and at the same time realizes that the pieces that remain are not meant to do, that these holes cannot be plugged from within.
But these are not the pains of forgetting, wounds left unnoticed until times of crisis. No, these legs of whales are constant and ever kicking out from inside. I feel them when I go to speak, they try to run and leap – to bridge the distance between us. That look of anguish on face, the appearance as if I have been gut-punched, it is all true. To speak to you is to be kicked from the inside.
— jeff
i like it when you awkwardly shuffle your feet next to mine in math class.
— b
to the sad girl in chem,
please smile. please?
— anonymous
you might read this, because we talk on IM every night and share links, and i might be silly enough to send this one to you. i love you. i love that we love music and being creative and idealistic and that you are a careful driver and we both like zombie movies and that we can almost-cuddle on a couch without having to say a word. and you cook the best spaghetti ever. and even if we’ll always just be best friends, that’s okay.
— m
I’ll see you soon, I’ll out run the moon. I’ll hold your hands and warm your heart until you need me. Just tell me you love me. Persistence. remember? i love you and i am waiting.
— i
and i know i haven’t said it to your face in years, but… i love you. irrevocably and unconditionally.
— the girl in the black tee and plaid pajama pants
<3
That was me talking to myself ( :
TOODLES!
Neyo rocks my yellow socks.
Part of the List- Neyo
Style of your hair,
shape of your eyes and your nose,
the way you stare
As if you see,
right through to my soul,
It's your left hand and the way
that it's not quite as big as your right,
the way you stand in the mirror
before we go out at night,
Our quiet time,
your beautiful mind,
They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile or the way we kiss.
What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.
The way you sweet smell
lingers when you leave a room,
Stories you tell as we layin bed all afternoon.
I dreamed you now every night
in my mind is where we meet.
and when I'm awake
staring at pictures of you asleep.
Touching your face,
invading you space.
They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss
.Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile or the way we kiss.
What I noticed is this:
I come up withsomething new,
every single time
that I sit and reminisce.
Oooh, and you'll live in my memories forever more
I swear.
And you'll live in my memories forever more
I swear.
They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile, or the way we kiss.
What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.