#flashingbareanklesinthedark

[wayfaring-wisconsin-stranger]

It's 4:57 pm. And all I want to do is to wrap you in my arms and hold you for the rest of forever, and cover you in kisses.

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flashingbareanklesinthedark replied to your post:awhitefairytale replied to your post “I was...

I’m blushing so horribly, please help me

see this just furthers my case of how God damn adorable you are ;)

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awhitefairytale replied to your post “awhitefairytale replied to your post “I was thinkinmore like a 13 but...”

Uh yeah no. my Bae most certainly can not suck your dick. I'm pretty sure that's YOUR Bae's job..... God we're so gay. (Your such a creeper)

well if i had a dick, i'm sure my bae would suck it... so there? ohhh i take it all back lol... we literally are the gayest haha (I know but I am bae-deprived and this is what happens)

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awhitefairytale replied to your post “I was thinkinmore like a 13 but if you wanna be in denial, who am I to judge? ;)”

Nah I'm pretty sure my girlfriend is dabomb.com. Your girlfriend can be dasecondbomb.com :P

pfff look at this shit

this is bae <3 and she is gorgeous and i fucking like just <3 and your bae can suck my dick lol  Ughhhhh look at her. i just love her so much <3 *aggressive i-love-bae noises*

(oh and i totally didn't make this collage and then set it as my screensaver like a creeper)

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I was thinkinmore like a 13 but if you wanna be in denial, who am I to judge? ;)

ahh i gotcha… lol okay well then it’s like a 20 because my gf is dabomb.com

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God, I love the way she looks at me, like she can see every part of me, and I don't have to be afraid. Every fiber of my being has lit up like the flame of a match, and she didn't even have to say a word. Her beautiful brown eyes are more awe-inspiring than looking at the stars late at night and knowing that you have nothing to give, and that being insignificant is not always a death sentence, though her eyes seem to think you are significant, holding you in such high, undeserved regard. Her small sighs are better than the swish of a basketball against the net, shot with perfect form, better than the explosion of the crowd and the rush of sneakers, though your heart is rushing so fast the speed would be incalculable. And though hell terrifies you to your very core, it is in this moment that you know it might be worth it, that you can actually hope God will open the gates for you too. When she looks at you, it is like knowing why you strive so hard to believe. 

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The Act of Self-Destruction

This cruel hand around my heart I have grown to endure, To endure but never to live with;

This momentary fleeting relief I have grown foolishly fond of, Forgetting these fingers will grip tighter now;

This sudden light that I hoped I would grow to believe in Serves only to mock me once I tasted the air. This reckless teenage desperation Will grow to kill me If it hasn’t already. But this cruel hand around my heart I have grown to love, To remember the pain it provides me; This momentary fleeting relief  I have grown to appreciate, Knowing how to use it when I need it most; This sudden light that I grew to talk myself into believing Serves only as a beacon towards life. This reckless teenage desperation Has grown like thorns, Yet rose petals squeeze my heart.

For I would much rather die having known the air Than to live never knowing at all.

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CAN I FUCK YOU?

yes