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Put my son to sleep in his new onesie, woke up to a bear raiding my drawers.
(via officialwhitegirls)
I feel like I’m a dreamer with Pteromerhanophobia. I love the clouds but I’m afraid to fly. I sit in the library with you every morning. I know you, I know your face, I could describe the way your hair curls around your ears without missing a single detail, and the way your lips curl at beginning and end of your smiles. Your smiles are like a downpour of the coldest rain on the driest fields. You keep me from cracking and yet you always seem to drown me in the end. I will never have the courage to learn the sound of your voice, but I know it’s heavenly. I will never have the courage to learn your fears, because I don’t have the courage to face my own. I know if it was just me and you in a room, forever more, I would never speak again. The one I love the most, is the thing keeping me away. I’ll never be enough for you. You deserve to be given the best. I could never match up to those eyes, that nose, the resonating life, and those smiles. God damn, those smiles. You make my heart melt, my hands freeze, my stare fixate. I could stare forever. But to talk to you, well that would ruin the mystery now wouldn’t it. I play through our life together a thousand times over in my mind, because those are the best escapes from the crushing reality that you are unreachably reachable. I know I’m not great at this whole poem thing, but I hope one day you happen upon this and know it’s about you, because I will never have the courage to hand it to you…
ma’am im sorry but that baby was due today, i don’t care if its not done just turn in what you have
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omg…it’s finally happening…just got an email from a long lost relative in Uganda who died and left me an inheritance of $120,000,000… see ya later losers, Beverly Hills here I come
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