| you take me higher every single day |


the notes i should have sentdear james i don't know why i've decided to wait for you, like a child at a bus stop not having enough money to ever get a bus but sitting and watching and hoping i can get on one anyway can you tell me why i'm here?the notes i should have sent
dear james i can only apologise please look at me when you say "as long as you mean it"
dear james i want to tear up your bike like a piece of paper and make you see sense and then maybe we can sit a little longer
dear james i hate you


scentmy favourite part of you is your hands. they don't have the endless lines my hands are etched with and your nails are smooth and square and don't dig into me when you squeeze tighter telling me in too little words that you carescent
your hoody came in close second though. the sleeves never hung at the right length on me and i lost my shoulders one too many times when i hid inside it but oh, god how it smells of you
it's everything i look for in a hoody but you can't find josh-scented hoodies, no matter how hard you try
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you were so full of life i could have stolen some and put it in a box


all the lovely things.two. you gave me small smiles and looks from tired red eyes, and i gave you everything from the tips of my toes to the spot on my head where you used to kiss if you saw me as often as the roach of a joint maybe id still see you tooall the lovely things.
four. it felt strange to seem secure, in the open air with an open heart and closed arms. it wasnt the butter-yellow daffodils that were vulnerable, sat there in the field
six. snippets of films and you dancing to your favourite song filled my evenings. M.I.A were never so appealing; paper planes and trains and your incoherent interpretation of the song
| my life's as far from a poem as you can get. but hey ho (: |
Fuck off.
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I taught myself everything I know.
I don't know anything.
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I taught myself everything I know.
I don't know anything.
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"The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up." - Oscar Wilde
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"The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up." - Oscar Wilde
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'I caught Evil Mark licking his stapler.'
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Remember: Don't steal or the GNU will eat you!
"Your dreams of crippled halls
And endless screams of silent schemes" - Used with kind permission of ~fly-high-butterfly14
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