December 2010
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Distance.
I dislike the fact that we live an hour away from each other. I dislike the fact that we have to wait for an hour to get to each other’s place. But I would do it, as long as I get to see you. You’re worth it.
I am really missing you so much. Looking at your photos. I’m missing you terribly, my love. I’ll be seeing you in a few hours’ time. I miss having your arms...
Watch“Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you You are my only one I let go, there’s just no one that gets me like you do You are my only, my only one” - Only One, Yellowcard.
And I blast this song into my ears too back in the past. I would still do it if the occasion calls for it.
Frail Beauty: Reading Back →
frail-beauty:
I have a diary. I’ve had one ever since I was about ten years old. No, I’ve never been one to write in it daily; my diary spurges come at random. Sometimes I’ll write for an entire month and then I’ll suddenly stop and not write again for another year. Or maybe I’ll write two odd entries every…
Diary, where are you… .
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– John Connolly
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