December 2009
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I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you. I don’t care how close we aren’t. I love you and I am here and I will be here. No matter what, twenty-four hours of the day, seven days a week. I love you, and I will never say otherwise.
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this was a portion of a "survey" i did on facebook...
Have you ever milked a cow? no. but cows are pretty.
I was so happy then. Happier even than I am now.
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I remember why I don't like the holidays.
I suppose we can never expect waking up Christmas morning to be as exciting as it was when we were four, or five, or six, or seven. But I feel like absolutely everything is different since then. And isn’t it? I come from a broken family. And really, if I could have whatever I wanted for Christmas, I would want just one more morning of my Mother and Father together. To be happy. To still love...
abbygirl:
bibliotheque:Ryan Adams/Come Pick Me...
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You think
that you want to die, when in reality, all you really want is to be saved.
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You make me so sad. I cannot speak to you without feeling sad, and hurt, and alone.
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I swear
if you ever waltz into one of my dreams ever again, I will find you. I will find you and I will cut you down the way you deserve to be cut down, and I will make you black and blue, and I will tell you that I hate you and that you deserve to be hated. And I will walk away, and I will try my best to feel nothing, but really I’ll be feeling everything; everything we didn’t have,...
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I survived;
I survived the two-year anniversary. I thought of you, I almost called you. I wanted to cry, but I chose not to. I thought about what happened, I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I laughed. I regretted it. I took back the regret and accepted, once again, that what happened has happened and there is no taking it back. It is there, in my past, quietly collecting dust but still looking lovely as...
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you are
the most terrifying thing to happen to me, because I’m not sure if you’re going to destroy me or if you’re going to make me happy and feel really truly alive again. You could so easily do the first, but the hope that I am holding in my hands right now is beating its feathers so rapidly and so eagerly that I would really love to believe that this, that you, are what is right, and...
“And I’m in love with you… I think that’s the only thing...”