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Can you tell me how can one miss what she's never had?
I get dressed, put on my makeup, head out the door and into the car. I sit and look out the window as the houses pass so quickly. I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking that I know I’m going to see you again tonight and I really don’t want to. Because that means I’m going to fall again and fall hard. Seeing you will make me feel sad and empty. Please don’t even come near me because the closer you get the more I want to be with you.
I did fall harder, again. You did make me feel empty and sad, but I’m not going to show it anymore. I’m strong. I’m getting over you, I know I am. You’re a dickhead as it is, I don’t need you in my life, you were never in my life to begin with. We’re nothing. Even if you did tell me that we’re “something”, you know we’re not, don’t you? Would you approach me if you knew I just wanted to be friends? Maybe I don’t even need that…screw this shit, I gotta stop fooling myself.
I never needed you.
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wake up in the morning feel like p-diddy (8)
my hair’s still curly from last night.
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13013.) I tell everyone I know that I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone, but they truth is that if you ever decided that you loved me again I would drop everything and be with you. I love you and I still get butterflies whenever I hear your name.
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GMH →
Today when I was working an adorable older couple came through my line. When I asked if they had found everything they needed, the woman looked at her husband and said “I found everything I needed 43 years ago.” GMH.
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Word of advice.
You’re only 16. You’re not married yet, so just go with it, laugh too much, be polite, try something new. Just kiss him already. Trust your feelings, spend your cash, introduce yourself, take a chance, seek happiness, regret nothing. Don’t laugh at people’s dreams, make a wish at 11:11, challenge yourself, take pictures and appreciate the memories. You should make time to dance in your underwear. Learn from the past. Play dress up then take all your clothes off. Have the time of your life.
i like this ;) i agree to everything! i’m just not 16 haha
live by this :)
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music&dancing
gotta build me up some courage baby and just let you know (Gotta let you knowww)
i gotta letcha know, I gotta letcha know
that your pretty lil smile is incredible
i gotta letcha know, I gotta letcha know
— crush, frankie j
this is a message to all you condescending, so-called “real” music listeners:
music says a lot about a person, and you know what? i’m proud of my music playlist. sure, it ain’t got a lot of aretha franklin, or billy joel, or even a stack of michael jackson—all the artists that make “real” music. guess what sweethearts? there’s no such thing as “bad” music. fuck it, quote it. go on, you heard it from here first. so before you scrunch your face and turn your nose when you see and hear what’s playing on my computer, let me tell you this: i’m open to all music, from rock to slowjams, from rnb to classics; i can move to trance and nod to soul. and because i’m not close-minded when it comes to music genre, i know that the same concept can be applied to all aspects of life. so the next time you tell me that i have terrible taste in music, i’ll just grin and laugh at you because truth be told, you’ve just made it blatantly obvious how small and close-minded you are. if you shut off certain music, or simply disregard them as “crap” simply based on the fact that they’re mainstream, or cliche, it just goes to show how judgemental you are. i’ll say it right now—i love music, the good and the “bad”. the same mentality is applied towards people.
and just for the record—i love dancing. drop a beat and i’ll be freaking on the dance-floor. and no, :) i’m not an amazing dancer; some will even tell you that i just look like an idiot with no movement coordination, whereas others would probably shake their heads and snigger behind clamped hands. but shiit, :) i don’t dance for nobody. i dance for myself—that’s more than i can say about so many people.
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And to be honest you’ll never know what you’ve lost until it’s gone; what you had until you have to give it up and what you realized you needed when you come to find just how badly you missed it. It’s six thirty in the morning and I can’t sleep because the sound of our memories playing like a song on repeat keeps me up. Right around this time we would probably still be singing to one another on strained voices, our lips damp with smiles and promises and everything else we’ve ever wanted to say but never really thought we’d needed to. The unspoken words were usually the loudest. I pretend that I can’t hear them but the truth is that every uttered sound becomes an instant fragment embedded into the back of my head. I’ll go back to trying, because I’m afraid for some time after this, trying is as far as I can get to every attaining sleep.
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