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[scribbler127]

Stop!

Stop leading me on!

You either like me or you don't.

Make up your mind, you're driving me insane! :@

[aur0ral]

[scribbler127]

Those messages you dont get tired of reading over and over and over again... <3

[cosmicwizdom]

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[scribbler127]

Shawn: You know, he used to tell me how wonderful you were, but guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That’s when the truth comes out. You know, I’ve waited 15 years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you wanna know what he thinks about you now...

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[scribbler127]

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[scribbler127]

Truth.

I want to belive you. I really, do. I don't want to believe that you're lying, but I have this hunch. Maybe it's true. Maybe you are lying. Please release me and tell me the truth once and for all.

You owe it to me.

[miplanetalivlovwrite]

[scribbler127]

amidnight-dreary:

I am.

[sheemaaaa]

[yanilavigne]

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[scribbler127]

You’re the reason I draw those stupid hearts on my paper -.-

<3

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[scribbler127]

[noteverythingiswhatitseems-]

I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what's wrong, you can't say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong. You know that feeling? Yeah, it sucks.

[scribbler127]

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Henry Ward Beecher

[scribbler127]

Dear tummy, sorry for all the butterflies.

Dear pillow, sorry for all the tears.

Dear heart, sorry for all the damage.

Dear brain, you were right.

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