Blahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I hate these mood swings of mine.
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Blahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I hate these mood swings of mine.
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Source: scattereddream
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
Already planning how to celebrate not only our 2, but our 3 year anniversary as well.
You’re so adorbs and pleasing to the eye. ♥
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“Why can’t my girlfriend just believe me when I say I love her?
I love her more than anyone/anything I’ve loved before. Her voice makes me giddy like a school girl.
Just because I don’t say “I” infront of “love you” doesn’t mean I don’t mean it, it just means I’m being casual.
Some days I don’t want to talk on the phone as long as other days, but that just makes other days more special.
I can’t wait to see my girlfriend. I think about it alot and I really do miss her. I really do just want to hold her.”
“A couple is like 3 or 4. And a few is like 2 or 3.”
“Are you retarded?!? Do you even know what a couple means??”
“Ohh wait.. hahaha it just clicked in my head. My bad I- you’re so mean! Calling me retarded! Hahaha geez I have dumb moments sometimes.”
Not having to remember who I was with at what time last year. Because I was with you. Since April 7th, we’ve been inseparable.
For once, I don’t have to worry about how many relationships I was in and for how long. I don’t have to think how I met him or why I broke up with that one guy or anything.
It feels so nice but so foreign to me.
Doesn’t feel good, does it?
Giving your all to a conversation, trying to communicate with the person, but their mind is somewhere else. Occupied. By the computer, a video game, a book, ect.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I was done trying. It’s your turn.
I’m all out of fucks to give.
I guess I’m still waiting. Still waiting for the day this all ends.
Three times. Three times I’ve tried to break up with you but I couldn’t let you go. And you didn’t want me to go.
One time you’ve tried to break up with me. That was the first time I watched you cry. That was the first time we cried together. And we just held each other. And cried. Because we both knew we couldn’t let each other go. I sure as hell wasn’t going to let distance ruin what we have.
I’m still waiting, though. You always say you love me more than I love you. But I’m still waiting for the day when that isn’t true anymore.
I even have the line picked out, “Remember how we always argued over who loved who more? Turns out, I won.”
It’s strange because I’m not sure if it’s even going to happen. I still keep my guard up, though.
Love is such a dangerous thing.
I don’t even know how those pictures got down there. But I suppose I should just write on this blog. Considering, I only made this so I can keep the url. This will be where all of my personal thoughts go.
Lols, talking to myself, ftw!