Should’ve Known Better To Try And Love A Boy Who Plays The Electric Guitar.
should’ve known better to try and love a boy who plays the electric guitar.
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The end of whiskey bottles are supposed to make me forget you, not remember you twice as hard.
I’m almost glad that I didn’t get to taste you in the way I long nothing but desire,
Your lips would’ve been the way I left this world
Who wouldn’t thought that something so soft could be something so tormenting.
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right person, wrong universe.
Sometimes I cry because of happiness, there’s rare moments in my life where melancholy isn’t the reason for the waterfalls that are pouring from my eyes. Sometimes happiness gets to the best of me, it swims around inside my body. I’ll see too people in love, or a person achieve something they pushed themselves above the bar for, and if will make my heart swell. Happiness is beautiful.
how the imagination is thick inside my head
you on top,
me underneath,
crumbling by just sound of your voice.
moaning by the touch of your fingers, and oh, how you move them just right.
tonight with you, I meet heaven for the very first time.
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gonna have to prepare myself for the "we all owe taylor an apology" when reputation tv comes out and people finally listen and understand the album..like no..I don't owe taylor an apology, YOU do x
The raging impulse that love gives us. The thump and creeks of the hallway floor as I ran after you. The drum of my heart had never been so loud.
I stood in front of you, pleading for your love. “You’re hurting me, but still I want your love”. There is no “I love you” better than the way you say it.
If having you meant to be hurt then so be it. Destroy me, burn me to ground and forget about my ashes, love me but love twenty other people at the same time…at least you’re still loving me, right?
I love you, but you don’t love me and I don’t know how to cope. So I’ll bleed a thousand words until love doesn’t feel like choking anymore.
I am too good at loving the villain, romanticising the devil. maybe this is why I always searched for monsters under my bed, ready to invite him in.
maybe all this time, the monster under my bed was you. I was destined for nothing other than a fire love, torture. this is why your pain does not scare me. I was born to love your darkness and fed you my light.
come on my love, I will hide under the bed with you forever.
you’ve ruined 11:11 for me
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