February 2011
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Oh look.
Get back from Patricks house, and get a text. What does it say?
“My pillow smells like you….. It makes me miss you.”
I think I just died.
January 2011
badboywithsomeretrosneakers:
kristy, are you...
Whenever I smell breakfast in the morning.
beccers:
TO PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME FROM SCHOOL:
-mylifeasjess:
You are allowed to read my shit, but:
don’t speak of it at school or anywhere at all.
whatever’s on tumblr, stays on tumblr.
don’t ask me questions about who my posts are about.
don’t judge me from my posts.
don’t assume my posts are about you.
don’t assume my posts are towards a certain someone in particular.
in each post i make, i have my reasons that doesn’t concern you...
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Baby, you should let me love you.
