| Yep, that's it, I love you. |
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| It's happening again. Part of me, the scared and burned part, wants to stop it and yell and scream and no no no no no!!! The bigger part of me, the hopeful and silly and stupid part of me thinks maybe it'll be okay this time... Maybe.
I've never been very good at depriving myself of things I want this badly. |
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| Shit shit shit shit shit shit... I told myself I'd never do this again.
And I WON'T, goddamnit. I WON'T.
...shit. |
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| brand new toothbrushes
flannel everything
bacon
opening boxes
things that sparkle
mittens
remote controls
how old books smell
baths
rain
sorting things
cutting my hair
when people volunteer affection
dinosaurs
Doctor Who
my bunnies
pushing buttons
sleeping without a shirt on
mirrors
wool socks
pie
people who randomly do nice things
toast
gadgets
funny t-shirts
emoticons
sugar cubes
drinking things out of a bottle
baking
cleaning
the smell of hairspray
when things are contrasty
tights
the noise my AIM makes
boys who play piano
boys
coffee
eye contact
when people touch my collarbone
daisies
europop
slight-of-hand
finding things
lace
nutcrackers
hugs
dancing
vintage clothes
counting things
people calling me
cuddles
the noise loud cars make when you're sitting in them
public transportation
fireflies
bicycles with baskets on them
beaches
sunburns
wooden things
mango smoothies
chewing my fingernails
lightbulbs
banjos
really loud bass
beads
good covers of bad songs
down comforters
laughing for so long my face hurts
big windows
bubbles
cats
pens
dangly earrings
sleeping on my stomach
being barefoot
eyeliner
psychic links
biting things
swords
fairy wings
improv games
Kurt Vonnegut
hands
you?
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| I get smitten far too easily. :-\ |
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