But

can you blame me?

Woke up

to it pourriingg outside one side of me is beyond satisfied with this and the other fucking hates it. You think to much when it rains and somehow I always end up thinking of you and over analyzing the last time we talked, I try to pick out little things that have changed. I also feel like an idiot cause i dont know what to say but now sometimes your quiet its all just weird. why must i suck with words _—-_

carlosadama:

The Hulk is 50 years old today

cuntcore:

O           k

WRITE ME A LETTER (anonymous or not)

icantwantto:

Dear ______,

I ____ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ________. If I saw you now I’d __________. I want to ________ you. I would build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could __________ under the stars. 
Love, 
_______________ 

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