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The Same Old StoryIt doesn't matter where I am, it doesn't matter what I do; You're always gonna look at her The exact same way I look at you.The Same Old Story
You're always gonna want her Til the very end, And I am here to hold you, Forever just the friend.
It really doesn't matter How you hold my hand. I have things to tell you, That you can't hear or understand.
All this time, I've been like this, I've caught your every fall. I've swallowed all my bloody tears, I've given you my all.
How much more can I take? How much more til I learn? The
by ~ihavebigfeet
Ramblings...She looks me over and tells me I'm cute. And she giggles in a happy-mother sort of way. I tell her, I'm not cute, I'm disturbed.Ramblings...
I'm not cute, I'm disturbed.
I fascinate myself with saving snails and
making friends with ants. I do that because I'm lonely and I need someone to be lonely with.
Sometimes, I think of a thousand different ways to kill myself. Always, I chicken out before I could even try.
I make myself believe I can see dead people. Even if I'm scared of them.
I am scared of a lot of things.
Pe
by ~ihavebigfeet
blAbbLEI don't like talking too long. I feel like I'm blabbing. Sometimes, I feel people hate me. I'm scared of things I've never seen. I'm scared of heights because I'm tall. I want to have blood-colored hair and gold on my tongue.blAbbLE
People tell me I'm crazy. I tell them I'm not.
I think t-squares are hot. I think rulers are knives in disguise.
Sometimes, i feel people hate me.
When I eat, I puke. When I puke, I eat.
Sometimes, I trace my veins with my nails. Sometimes, I feel I am blind. Sometimes, I eat powder instead o
by ~ihavebigfeet
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i'm in lovei'm feeling something unlike anything I ever remember. It is feels soft as feathers or that i'm flying.i'm in love
I think I actually care about you. I think I could live with you more than a week before hating you.
I think I can trust you with my loneliness.
I want you.
I want you on rollerskates & I
want you on my bedroom floor. Sometimes when i'm with another guy I'm thinking of what you would say to
me.
You would be sarcastic or quote Kierkegaard. You would pretend you didn't want me
too. You
made me feel
by ~sjarman
Irony.In her memories it was always the same. He'd fill the gas tank up and she'd sit in the passenger seat with her earphones playing some song that she'd insist was how she felt inside. He'd pay up and round to the driver's seat and give her a smile before he closed the door, his jeans that faded blue that spoke of too many washes and comfortable familiarity.Irony.
She'd laugh as he turned the key of the ignition, and she'd roll her eyes as they pulled out into the highway. And then she'd look away: pretending to be coy, pretending not to care, pretending that in a few week's time she'd be gone again like t
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Thanks for the add and the fave!
xoxo Jarman
Mine used to be a 10,
but I think they shrunk
in the last couple of years
to a 9.
My mom's an 11!
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*OoOoo.
What size are you?
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*OoOoo.
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