wideeyedwanderer
She saw the event invitation on her Facebook and froze. How could he possibly think I would ever go to his party after what he did? She thought. And yet she found herself allowing her mind to get swept away by the temptation of what could, what would happen if she went.
i don't get a lot of texts. the empty messages app in my iphone makes me feel empty. i hate technology. so your boyfriend hasn't texted you back, what happened to face to face? calling? holding hands?
The auxiliary jack in my car is essential to living. Without music, life does not make sense. The silence would kill me. I would lose myself.
Love is a harness. A harness that can never be broken, lost or nonexistent. It is safe.
saturday is a day of rest. there are times to grow and love and live. it is a away to be you, to drop your work persona and to breathe. it is a day for memories. for moments that will define your happiness.
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