February 2012
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Things I need to say after tonight:
I love myself.
I love the way that I can talk my friend down from her anxiety.
I love that I go above and beyond just to get a fucking smile out of someone that I love.
I love when I stand my ground, no matter how red my cheeks get or how much my voice cracks.
I love my body and how it all works and I love feeling that it’s working.
I love/hate how stubborn I am and how I refuse to...
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I can’t.
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Anonymous asked: I noticed you blog a lot of Sherlock stuff. Are you a Cumberbitch?
You remind me of Knives Don't Have Your Back
You remind me of that late summer, sneaking off an hour away
You remind me of the sweet smell that I inhaled as I rolled the windows down
You remind me of the rich smell of Starbucks
The pounding in my chest, thinking I would see you there
You remind me of the silence my friend fell under as this album started
And I’ve never even heard your voice
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Finding your old Xanga after remembering which...
and then noticing that the header is a Saetia lyric and the subheader is a As the Sun Sets lyric.
WHO WANTS TO GO BACK IN TIME AND MARRY 13-YEAR-OLD SARAH?
I do.
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“He’s not English! He’s too cool to be English!”
– My dad on Clive Owen.
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