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  • words for him
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    If Valentine's Day means a flowerless lunch period swarmed by matchy sweaters and soft-haired girls with their slender hands in the cho...
  • The hallway is alright.
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  • 17: the eulogy I never wrote
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  • you will never read this.
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  • le début
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Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

boys are supposed to have backbones

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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
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I see you

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I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
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heartaches and earthquakes.

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tonight I almost wrote the words "I'm done" across your screen. tonight I almost took hold of my time and walked away fro...
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backseat, 1am.

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Nothing feels better than $100 on your sleeve and 6 friends to either side of you, a car full of windy hair and messy veins, und...
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NYC

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I remember you. you were the boy with all the city things on your sleeve: coffeeshop music and piano keys, singing a melody strung toge...
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8,765 hours later.

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I remember last year. We made lists. Lists that people make on the first day of January, to pour a little sugar in their problems...
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10 o'clock in Apopka

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- Malcolm Carter
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19.

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They talk about 17 too much. All the playlists and passenger seats it comes with, turning our money into oxygen and consuming it like h...
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last thing, before you go.

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It's 11:08am and it's too soon to miss you. The hours are thinning out, and people are waiting on my washy replies, but I...
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if you're reading this.

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your voice goes up an octave when you're lying. octaves. you learned how to play the piano within 5 minutes and it too...
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favoritest

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you are my favorite smell. you're the trees in Vermont and the sound lightbulbs make when they go out. you're the tan journal o...
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do you?

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do you remember the little mexican joint off Main Street?  40 minutes past curfew, when you turned March into summer  and the secrets w...
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we.

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they gave me a scholarship but not because I count my kisses in order. i got a perfect score on my english ACT but that  stopped  matter...
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after hours

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you had me 40 minutes past midnight on a long stretch of road that I wanted to become 60 minutes past and 100 minutes past  and forever...
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kissing drafts

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you were my first kiss. my basement-closet-kiss that put a dangerous hue on 13 years old. I couldn't tell you the color of your eye...
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