Borken HeartMy eyes slowly fall shut, and I hope they never open again Unless I know that when I open them you will be there to hold me.Borken Heart
I dont go a day without thinking of you 1,000 times, your always on my mind. I love you more than time can tell, I just dont know how to tell you how much I care.
You mean the world to me, I would die for you. Your my one and only love, I hope you never forget that.
When my eyes are closed I see you,
wishing when they opened you would be there. I dream of you, sometimes waking in tears, other times smiling fro
AloneCrisp mornings, with chirping birds hold no apparent beauty to me. You’re missing from my bed, and therefore from my life. I want to exchange sweet nothings and small kisses with you, words and smiles.Alone
But you’re not here with your leg twined with mine on such a picturesque morning.
I dreamt of you last night, of the smell of your silky hair, of the taste of your mouth after you finish your morning coffee. I could’ve swore I could’ve felt the heat of your warm body pressed up against mine. You’re naturally beautiful, one of the innumerable reasons I fell in love with you in
Breathing, LeavingThere's a quick slide of the finger, and the door unlocks. There's a hand pushing the sliding door aside, to let the wet boy step inside.Breathing, Leaving
The rain is pouring down, soaking the streets and the trees, and the poor souls standing with their hearts in their hands. The thunder and lightning are close together and everything seems louder than it should to Ryan, but he'll deal. He's been dealing for a while now.
Although, not really. Shaking hands with a pen that's run out of ink moving across flimsy off-white paper isn't really "dealing". A bottle or two or three or five a day isn't going to kill him, isn't going to turn h
He Loved To Call Him PerfectBrendon inhaled deep, desperate, and tried to ignore the pain, which increased intensity in his lungs, trying to get control over his feelings again. He was scared, terrified – of the irregular, unnatural shallow breath, which didn't let his own chest rise and fall, but proved Ryan's full weakness; of the words, he should whisper for giving hope and comfort, more for himself than for the almost lost person. Fear of the unbearable certainty of what would come, and the irrevocably fact that he couldn't change anything, as much as he hoped, prayed and fought, pressing Ryan to his trembling body – he wouldn't be ableHe Loved To Call Him Perfect
I cost $3,782 a night
Crazy
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This is Delicious.
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(12.21.12:11.11)
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Ni !
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"I'm not here. This isn't happening."
XXX
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