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February 2009

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how do you define "fun"?
  • me: did you do anything... else... fun?
  • him: well
  • him: I got a haircut
  • him: that's barely fun
  • him: got some shampoo
  • him: that took way longer than it should have
  • him: stupid "friendly" Kiehl's cashier
  • him: and went to Turntable Lab and got a CD of Korean funk and some black corduroys
  • me: HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH
  • me: the combination of those 4 things is hilarious to me for some reason
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“The first time i saw you, my heart fell. The second time i saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen. You are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful. When i see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts, no worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you. When you’re gone, the World starts again, and i don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but i don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing i’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why i stare at you.” —A Million Little Pieces (via jaimec) (via breathsoftruth) (via lovebot)
Feb 25, 2009
“If you feel weak, leave it to me. If you need sleep, leave it to me. Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me. Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me. An ear into which to weep, leave it to me. A shoulder on which to sleep, leave it to me.” —Okkervil River (via finallyseeing) (via lovebot)
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“When did I start typing messages that are never sent?” — Five centimeters per second (via saltine)
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