"i don't understand why we can't get close enough. i want your kite strings tangled in my trees all wrapped up. i dont understand why we can't get close enough. i'll be the comets that are falling from the sky you light up."
if i were a place, right now id be an empty apartment before the lady from leap year came. id be an empty stage; no audience, no performers. id be the bedroom you just moved out of. i guess just, empty. also. [this, victoria. this is what happens. me.] if your house were on fire, what would you take? my journals, always.
{marry you by thegleecast} and {closer by jarsofclay}
xoxo
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