what a bright idea

i'm going to speak my mind, so this won't take very long.
this is something of an internet scrapbook/journal of my life.

apparently i have no privacy anymore..
i live in canada.
He loves you, it’s secret, don’t tell him I told you. So who said that you still loved me?
I don’t remember any more, it was late at night,
I can still hear the voice, but I can no longer see the face,

Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral

  • Him: Jade
  • Her: Alexander
  • Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
  • Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
  • Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
  • Her: Yes I do.
  • Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
  • Her: What didn't you tell me?
  • Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.

i really fucked it up this time

didn’t I my dear

don't slip kristyyy

don’t slip up you can’t slip up. not this time

(via palahniukandchocolate)do we ?

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do we ?

i did it

dumped him. god that sucked

on me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose, elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.

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