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⌇вяσкєη ωιη∂σωs, sтαιηє∂ glαss sкιη⌇
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Little do you know
I know you’re hurt while I'm sound asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are solely drowning me
Little do you know
I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know
I, I love you till the sun dies
Away, just wait
I love you like I've never felt the pain, just wait
I love you like I’ve never been afraid, just wait
Our love we see right here stays so lay your head on me
Away, away
I love you like you've never felt the pain, away
I promise you don’t have to be afraid, away
The love you see right here stays so lay your head on me
Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me
'Cause little do you know
I love you till the sun dies
I know you’re hurt while I'm sound asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are solely drowning me
Little do you know
I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know
I, I love you till the sun dies
Away, just wait
I love you like I've never felt the pain, just wait
I love you like I’ve never been afraid, just wait
Our love we see right here stays so lay your head on me
Away, away
I love you like you've never felt the pain, away
I promise you don’t have to be afraid, away
The love you see right here stays so lay your head on me
Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me
'Cause little do you know
I love you till the sun dies
I've watched the sunset four nights in a row.
It hurts to watch it without you.
Prolly gonna stay up all night and write.
I know none of y'all wanna read them, but I like writing them
*sits my nephew's toy plane on the floor after bringing it inside*
*earwigs crawling all over in the carpet*
Me: (in front of sister) OH SHIT
*earwigs crawling all over in the carpet*
Me: (in front of sister) OH SHIT
Babe?
-You're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you do this.
-Silly goose. I'm gonna hate myself in the morning either way.
-Silly goose. I'm gonna hate myself in the morning either way.
Babbbeee
I love him... more than anything..
Harry Potter weekend on Freeform? Yas
Me: *hears screaming in the other room, is still laying in bed*
Me: WAIT ARE YOU GUYS WATCHING THE BEGINNING OF HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN. THATS AUNT MARGE
Me: WAIT ARE YOU GUYS WATCHING THE BEGINNING OF HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN. THATS AUNT MARGE
Maybe it wasn't about what my mom said and felt. Maybe it was about me and how I felt.
it's just a tradition and a commitment. I'm sorry...
Why wouldn't I hide in the other aisle to cry?
I don't wanna make anyone feel bad.
She had said it to him at least a million times since that day they got together in March, years ago, and she'd surely said it before then too. "Let's travel the world together."
It was just a silly dream, standing before her, pretending it was a reality. At least, that's what she had thought. Maybe some cool places in America, but otherwise, zip. She knew it was just a silly dream to think she'd see the WORLD.
That was until they were standing on Pont des Arts. In Paris, standing on the bridge that used to be weighed down by love locks. She had always thought they might lock one on there, but eventually they locks would have to be cut off because they were aesthetically displeasing, and they weighed so much collectively they were weighing down the bridge a dangerous amount. So the city of Paris took them off with bolt cutters.
They stood on the sidewalk, looking through the chain-link fence to the water, his arms around her waist, his hands rubbing her stomach.
That used to make her feel so self conscious, when he touched her stomach like that. She thought maybe it was an observation of how she wasn't shaped right, but she grew to understand. It was supposed to do the exact opposite. He loved that piece of her, just like any other. He held her stomach because he knew how much beating down it had gotten and how much love it needed.
She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, taking in the reality. "Get the key!" she giggled, turning to look at him. "I told you we had to do this!"
Her eyes were wide with excitement, like a small child. He could see each dream coming true in them. That was something he always loved about her. The world tore her down so damn much, but she always had a childlike excitement. He had spent years watching the light fade in and out of her eyes, some mornings it would be almost gone. That was her depression. Eventually, he watched it move into her eyes, slowly. Just quietly creeping in, not like flipping on a light switch, but like a sunrise.
He always thought the light in her eyes was more beautiful than the sunrise anyway, but it was the closest comparison he could figure out how to make.
As they walked through Paris, the light was at one of the brightest points he'd ever seen, as they batted around, desperate to take in... everything. He was pretty sure the only time he'd ever seen them brighter was the day of their wedding. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Of course, she did every day, but that day, it was a different type. Maybe it was because she knew how she looked, maybe it was because she was about to become LEGALLY his. Maybe it was watching another dream come true, but she was so beautiful.
But standing on Pont des Arts, she looked like it again. God, that smile. Her broken heart had been pieced back together.
"The key, babe!" she squealed, reaching for the backpack over his shoulders. "You're so slow!"
"Maybe you're just impatient," he suggested, poking her nose and pulling the backpack off his shoulders.
He unzipped the small pocket on the side, pulling out a small golden key. "You ready?" he chuckled.
"Yes!" she squealed, reaching for it.
He raised it out of her stretch, leaving her to jump for it.
The key opened a lock in America, locked on a fence at the very back of their yard, behind a tree. They couldn't lock it on the bridge, but they could throw away the key thousands of miles away.
One side of the key had the date they started dating, and the other side when they got married.
She grinned, and slowly they kissed, the key between their lips.
"And here we lock forever, and throw away the key," she whispered.
"And here we lock forever and throw away the key," he repeated.
Together, they threw the key into the water, with God knows how many other keys, sealing their lock.
His hands once again crept around her, but she turned to face him. "Shiv," she breathed, her big eyes meeting his. "I love you."
"Kass," he mumbled, leaning down. "I love you."
And in the middle of Paris, the city of love, they kissed. They kissed where anyone could see it, and they didn't care at all.
It was just a silly dream, standing before her, pretending it was a reality. At least, that's what she had thought. Maybe some cool places in America, but otherwise, zip. She knew it was just a silly dream to think she'd see the WORLD.
That was until they were standing on Pont des Arts. In Paris, standing on the bridge that used to be weighed down by love locks. She had always thought they might lock one on there, but eventually they locks would have to be cut off because they were aesthetically displeasing, and they weighed so much collectively they were weighing down the bridge a dangerous amount. So the city of Paris took them off with bolt cutters.
They stood on the sidewalk, looking through the chain-link fence to the water, his arms around her waist, his hands rubbing her stomach.
That used to make her feel so self conscious, when he touched her stomach like that. She thought maybe it was an observation of how she wasn't shaped right, but she grew to understand. It was supposed to do the exact opposite. He loved that piece of her, just like any other. He held her stomach because he knew how much beating down it had gotten and how much love it needed.
She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, taking in the reality. "Get the key!" she giggled, turning to look at him. "I told you we had to do this!"
Her eyes were wide with excitement, like a small child. He could see each dream coming true in them. That was something he always loved about her. The world tore her down so damn much, but she always had a childlike excitement. He had spent years watching the light fade in and out of her eyes, some mornings it would be almost gone. That was her depression. Eventually, he watched it move into her eyes, slowly. Just quietly creeping in, not like flipping on a light switch, but like a sunrise.
He always thought the light in her eyes was more beautiful than the sunrise anyway, but it was the closest comparison he could figure out how to make.
As they walked through Paris, the light was at one of the brightest points he'd ever seen, as they batted around, desperate to take in... everything. He was pretty sure the only time he'd ever seen them brighter was the day of their wedding. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Of course, she did every day, but that day, it was a different type. Maybe it was because she knew how she looked, maybe it was because she was about to become LEGALLY his. Maybe it was watching another dream come true, but she was so beautiful.
But standing on Pont des Arts, she looked like it again. God, that smile. Her broken heart had been pieced back together.
"The key, babe!" she squealed, reaching for the backpack over his shoulders. "You're so slow!"
"Maybe you're just impatient," he suggested, poking her nose and pulling the backpack off his shoulders.
He unzipped the small pocket on the side, pulling out a small golden key. "You ready?" he chuckled.
"Yes!" she squealed, reaching for it.
He raised it out of her stretch, leaving her to jump for it.
The key opened a lock in America, locked on a fence at the very back of their yard, behind a tree. They couldn't lock it on the bridge, but they could throw away the key thousands of miles away.
One side of the key had the date they started dating, and the other side when they got married.
She grinned, and slowly they kissed, the key between their lips.
"And here we lock forever, and throw away the key," she whispered.
"And here we lock forever and throw away the key," he repeated.
Together, they threw the key into the water, with God knows how many other keys, sealing their lock.
His hands once again crept around her, but she turned to face him. "Shiv," she breathed, her big eyes meeting his. "I love you."
"Kass," he mumbled, leaning down. "I love you."
And in the middle of Paris, the city of love, they kissed. They kissed where anyone could see it, and they didn't care at all.
I feel like no one actually reads this??
I love when I say something that makes sense and adults try to argue until my arguments are airtight and there is no way to argue around them and they always end with "Well I guess I was just raised in a different time"
like guess what so was grandma and no one is complaining about which bathroom he colored people should use??
Aye! I mean, you can give can on my shizz writings or just like tell me about your day like whatever is the chillo
Me: Oh my heck, Todd. You can't assign genders to colors? That's not how it works?
Todd: I guess I just grew up in a different time.
Me: So did Grandma but I don't see her complaining about the integration of colored people!
Todd: I guess I just grew up in a different time.
Me: So did Grandma but I don't see her complaining about the integration of colored people!
hellooo. Just finally gained wifi access on my computer, how aabout you??
💄She's an american beauty, I'm an American psycho🔪
Lillian wrote: "whatever ♥♥ne me quitte pas♥♥ wrote: "hellooo. Just finally gained wifi access on my computer, how aabout you??"
Not much."
Pretty much same?
Not much."
Pretty much same?
Uuuugghhh should I keep writing?
Lillian wrote: "writing about what?"
Just kinda in general? Like just being a writer ( like my writings in the journal)
Just kinda in general? Like just being a writer ( like my writings in the journal)
Lillian wrote: "Yeppers. Say that out loud it's fun."
I did it. My sister is now staring XD
I did it. My sister is now staring XD
Yesssss I actually love it.
Oh XD Wellllll JOSH PECK DIDN'T INVITE DRAKE BELL TO HIS WEDDING AND LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BROTHAS FOREVER.
I don't really either but this had me shooketh.
The world has done nothing good enough to deserve Leslie Odom Jr.??
I'll let you set the pace
Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?
Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?
Why is it so easy to ask if you love me because you do or because you needed someone to save?
Just my boyfriend, the love of my life. His life revolves around helping others and let's just say I needed a lot of help. So sometimes I have to ask if he loved me for me or because he needs someone to help and I'll always need that.
it's personal
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