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nineteenfiftyeight:

God Bless Amurica

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I wish I was prettier then maybe you’d tell me I’m beautiful more often. I wish I was curvier then maybe you’d touch me more. I wish my hair was longer than maybe you’d play with it and touch it more. I wish I was more interesting then maybe you’d pay attention to me when I’m speaking. I wish you’d think about your feelings for me then maybe you’d tell me you love me more often.

For all the things you don’t do, makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me. Like if its my fault.

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It feels like I’m still in the puppy love or barely beginning the madly in love stage and you’re just in the “we’ve been together a long time” Stage.

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dinosaursarecomingback:

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

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