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{seven:thirty-nine}
i love you. more than i love my sanity.
sanity is overrated.
not to me.
sanity is what keeps me from crying all the time.
do i help keep you from crying?
sometimes, babe.
and sometimes, you make me cry.
why?
happy tears, love.
{eleven:eleven}
it's 11:11, make a wish.
okay.
...
well, what did you wish for?
i can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true.
oh. i guess that's true.
what did you wish for?
oh, i didn't make one.
how come?
well, my wish has already come true.
really now? what's that?
for you to love me.
{two:twenty-five}
wow, you made me chuckle in front of... people
that's my job as your
well, whatever i am to you.
does it really matter?
nope, just as long as i can embarrass you from ten hours away.
{two:forty-two}
you made me smile in front of people again.
yeah, that's my job as your whatever. <3
{one:fifteen}
all i can promise you is a maybe.
maybe i'll come and visit you.
thank you. i appreciate your promise.
but all i promised you was a ninety-seven percent no
yeah, but three's have always been good to me.
{five:fifty-six}
i don't give a shit if we're royalty. i just want to be yours forever.
you are just the sweetest thing ever.
no i'm not; i'm just telling the truth.
{eight:nineteen}
i think it would be in both of our best interests
if we to were hug.
close.
real close.
i concur. this should happen as soon as possible.
we need a vacation, together.
we need forever, together.
{six:twenty-four}
so, why were you talking about my apparent awesomeness?
[because i'm really not awesome.]
ya, you are.
two people agree.
so? there's like, seven billion people in the world.
that's like .00000000002890674523%.
and that claim makes your argument valid.. how?
...
shut up.
i love you, silly girl.
{five:forty-seven}
again, i'd beat you in a glaring contest.
yeah, but i win at life because you love me.
just keep that mentality and you'll be fine.
i'll keep it as long as you love me.
i dunno how i could stop loving you, but okay.
{nine
h-four}
why do we have so many, 'a kiss would be perfect here' moments?
i don't know.
i'm just glad we do.
{twelve:twelve}
why do you love me?
i dunno.
well, think about it, and then tell me.
i don't know why i love you and i don't want to think about it;
i just want it to be.
{three:thirty-three}
hell maybe you are a friendwhore,
and maybe you are just pretending to love just to get love back
but i don't care.
{five:forty-five}
if we met,
how long would it take for you to get tired of me
so you wouldn't cry when i left?
forever?
you think so?
i know so.
{six:thirty-five}
you are sweet.
no i'm not.
yes you are.
no.
in real life i would have said 'yes you are now give me a hug'.
i would have hugged you for sure.
then say, while muffled, 'no i'm not'
i would have not let you go until you admitted you were sweet.
then i'd never have a reason to admit it.
and i would never have to let you go.
{eight:twenty-one}
qt3.14
yes, you are.
you too.
qt3.14159265358979323846264335
also, no.
4338, actually.
oh.
that's all i know as well
we could be pi buddies!
okay.
i think that it's quite strange that we know the same number of decimal places of pi.
i know right? i think i memorized more, but that's all i can remember.
me too.
so strange, eh?
this is gonna sound super cheesy
but we were made for each other, okay?
maybe.
{four:fifty-eight}
hi.
oh.
oh? ):
it's you.
._.
why must it be you
jeez, fine.
cuz whenever you come on
i wanna kiss you
why must it be you
oh dear.
you are so sweet.
i love you.
{twelveh-seven}
also, i don't have a printer
so i gotta like, memorize the recipe
hope i don't fuck it up
omg you idjit
write it down on paper or something
don't fuck it up - they have to be good!
they have to be good?
yes.
how do i make sure they are good?
make them with love.
and don't fuck up the recipe.
can i have some of your love? <3
you already have it all, babe.
{seven:fifteen}
i remember there was this one assignment in spanish class
we had to draw a picture of what we thought
was the most beautiful thing in the world was.
so, i started drawing
and it ended up looking like you.
{three:forty-five}
plus, i would break anyone's heart before i break yours.
sorry, you're pretty high up there on my priorities.
and even if you stopped talking to me, i'd still love you.
and i'd get back in contact with you somehow. don't count me out, love.
i love you. more than i love my sanity.
sanity is overrated.
not to me.
sanity is what keeps me from crying all the time.
do i help keep you from crying?
sometimes, babe.
and sometimes, you make me cry.
why?
happy tears, love.
{eleven:eleven}
it's 11:11, make a wish.
okay.
...
well, what did you wish for?
i can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true.
oh. i guess that's true.
what did you wish for?
oh, i didn't make one.
how come?
well, my wish has already come true.
really now? what's that?
for you to love me.
{two:twenty-five}
wow, you made me chuckle in front of... people
that's my job as your
well, whatever i am to you.
does it really matter?
nope, just as long as i can embarrass you from ten hours away.
{two:forty-two}
you made me smile in front of people again.
yeah, that's my job as your whatever. <3
{one:fifteen}
all i can promise you is a maybe.
maybe i'll come and visit you.
thank you. i appreciate your promise.
but all i promised you was a ninety-seven percent no
yeah, but three's have always been good to me.
{five:fifty-six}
i don't give a shit if we're royalty. i just want to be yours forever.
you are just the sweetest thing ever.
no i'm not; i'm just telling the truth.
{eight:nineteen}
i think it would be in both of our best interests
if we to were hug.
close.
real close.
i concur. this should happen as soon as possible.
we need a vacation, together.
we need forever, together.
{six:twenty-four}
so, why were you talking about my apparent awesomeness?
[because i'm really not awesome.]
ya, you are.
two people agree.
so? there's like, seven billion people in the world.
that's like .00000000002890674523%.
and that claim makes your argument valid.. how?
...
shut up.
i love you, silly girl.
{five:forty-seven}
again, i'd beat you in a glaring contest.
yeah, but i win at life because you love me.
just keep that mentality and you'll be fine.
i'll keep it as long as you love me.
i dunno how i could stop loving you, but okay.
{nine
h-four}why do we have so many, 'a kiss would be perfect here' moments?
i don't know.
i'm just glad we do.
{twelve:twelve}
why do you love me?
i dunno.
well, think about it, and then tell me.
i don't know why i love you and i don't want to think about it;
i just want it to be.
{three:thirty-three}
hell maybe you are a friendwhore,
and maybe you are just pretending to love just to get love back
but i don't care.
{five:forty-five}
if we met,
how long would it take for you to get tired of me
so you wouldn't cry when i left?
forever?
you think so?
i know so.
{six:thirty-five}
you are sweet.
no i'm not.
yes you are.
no.
in real life i would have said 'yes you are now give me a hug'.
i would have hugged you for sure.
then say, while muffled, 'no i'm not'
i would have not let you go until you admitted you were sweet.
then i'd never have a reason to admit it.
and i would never have to let you go.
{eight:twenty-one}
qt3.14
yes, you are.
you too.
qt3.14159265358979323846264335
also, no.
4338, actually.
oh.
that's all i know as well
we could be pi buddies!
okay.
i think that it's quite strange that we know the same number of decimal places of pi.
i know right? i think i memorized more, but that's all i can remember.
me too.
so strange, eh?
this is gonna sound super cheesy
but we were made for each other, okay?
maybe.
{four:fifty-eight}
hi.
oh.
oh? ):
it's you.
._.
why must it be you
jeez, fine.
cuz whenever you come on
i wanna kiss you
why must it be you
oh dear.
you are so sweet.
i love you.
{twelve
h-seven}also, i don't have a printer
so i gotta like, memorize the recipe
hope i don't fuck it up
omg you idjit
write it down on paper or something
don't fuck it up - they have to be good!
they have to be good?
yes.
how do i make sure they are good?
make them with love.
and don't fuck up the recipe.
can i have some of your love? <3
you already have it all, babe.
{seven:fifteen}
i remember there was this one assignment in spanish class
we had to draw a picture of what we thought
was the most beautiful thing in the world was.
so, i started drawing
and it ended up looking like you.
{three:forty-five}
plus, i would break anyone's heart before i break yours.
sorry, you're pretty high up there on my priorities.
and even if you stopped talking to me, i'd still love you.
and i'd get back in contact with you somehow. don't count me out, love.
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empty
she thinks
one day the wishes will crawl all over her bed
and creep down the curls of her hair,
all the little thoughts that tumble around in her mind
maybe if she pulls petals off enough flowers
or maybe if she replays the scenes over in her head for long enough,
when she asks him why he loves her,
he'll answer with something poetic that'll make her heart race
(because it's hard to paint about something when all they do is smile and kiss your fingers)
while her paints dry on a chaotic pallet
and she stares at an empty canvas, she thinks
maybe if she goes through the whole stupid lovesmelovesmenot game
one more time, picks out th
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promise to play this on silent
hello—
just promise me you’re listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, it’s nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, i’ll make believe that you’ll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though it’s been raining for days. or that my heart isn’t disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes you’ll love me.
i’ll make believe.
i’ll make believe you.
i’ll make believe you c
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Pretending to be Grown Up
She's sitting on the dirty bed,
dragging from unlit cigarettes.
Her fingers are curled into the
pillow.Her eyes rimmed with
smudged black eyeliner
and her lips a red smear
shes puffing imaginary smoke
rings into the the reflection in
the mirror.
She maybe thought she loved him,
yes those words might have passed
her parted lips. But they can't be
held against her, she was under the
influence of lust.With his dark
smouldering eyes and mischevious
smirk. And his crisp white button down
shirts that are now patterned
with her lip print kisses.
She glances with hooded eyes at
the steamy glass door of the showe
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more tidbits of conversations with a very close friend of mine. may be updated more with more pieces of conversation.
right, um, i am the unbolded, my friend is the bolded.
right, um, i am the unbolded, my friend is the bolded.
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I got the feeling this was actual bits of conversation when I read it. It's so true. 
I love this.
I love this.