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* The Josh Wilson of Scotland, not the NFL guy, the baseball player nor that folksy singer chap.
Posts tagged: love
I am sorry it has come to this… that I have to write this, that I couldn’t see you… I am sorry for a lot of things; I hope you know that.
I honestly didn’t think it would happen so quickly… that the situation would be so desperate and that so much would be at stake. But more fool me, I guess; you…
bite the back and then the spine,
i’m gonna make this body mine.twist that here and pull that there
yeh’ you’re right, this isn’t fair.but dont complain, i see you smile
you enjoy it when it’s vile.
‘Do you think th…’
‘NO!’
‘What?’
‘No.’
‘What do you mean, “No.”?’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘No…’
‘Now… Just.. Hang on! Stop saying “No” one second…’
‘No.’
‘SShhhhh. Fucking Hell! I just wanted to ask a question.’
‘N….’, ‘SSSSSHHHHHHH STOP IT!’
‘No. I’m not answering your question.’
‘Why? You don’t…
karkat:krabsnack:smackmybishieup:futuresushi:benkling:
I made this in 9th grade for the girl I had a crush on.
I will never understand why it didn’t work.
I think you were clearly propositioning the wrong girl
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it would have worked on me
eddi
How is it, that day in, day out, you can do this to me?
That you can shop, and jog and swim.
How can you tell your jokes and drink your coffee?You go about your life as if you do not know, perhaps you don’t know? But I think you do.
I think you know and I don’t understand how you can carry on.
You should be here, not there.
In bed, naked, sweating; that is how it should be.But that is not the case. You are looking at spreadsheets.
Stop that. Stop that ‘life’.
Give in, come back to bed.
The girl on the next table is gorgeous, I think. Dark brown hair falls around hazel eyes as she plays with the dark brown hair, probably.
I only caught a small glance, as she sat down I noticed her from the corner of the corner of my eye. And now, terribly, she is facing right at me, so I cannot…
He had always been fond of the old toaster. In life he had believed toast to be a superior form of bread. Better for spreading on, and warmer too. It needed no plate; it was it’s own plate. He admired that about toast.
So sitting there, in the kitchen watching this woman he missed so much, all he…
