February 2012
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What a god damn liar you are.
I feel myself caring about you less and less.
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“the way the bracelets around your thin wrists would clink as you wrapped your arms around me, the way your hair smelled like lavender and vanilla, the way your skin felt under my fingertips as we held each other before as we held each other before we fell asleep, the way you knew me inside and out better than anybody in the world, the way you would know how something was wrong by just looking at...
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Oh, yey
Now that I’m finally home, I can’t sleep. :|
Gonna clean my room until it sparkles and play Skyrim until my eyes bleed.
I also have the overwhelming urge to dye my hair again.
“Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We...”
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via philphys)
