beautiful and dangerous

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-1xU0VfJ-g&feature=youtube_gdata_player

just thinking

you bit me
you kissed me
you bit me again

ugh, you teased me

the coolest

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doesn't even make sense

I want you for all the wrong reasons. I want to have fun and turn off my emotions. that's not even possible. I want you for the physical attentiveness too. your hands and your hair and your height.

we had some cute moments. right before our first kiss we were tickling each other. when id sit on there couch with you I'd slip my cold hands into your warm ones. you wouldnt kiss me without making it difficult so of course I would tickle you. how many times did you curl up into a ball? I struggled to kiss you and that was the point. seven outta ten.

2.20

It's almost March.... bet you dont know that, but you dont care at all so it's, "like whatever." damn it, my hands are cold and yours are warm all the time. would be nice to have yours wrapped in mine.

SCRUBBY SCRUB, I MISS YOU.

tick, tock, tick, tock

"the trouble is, you think you have time."
  -Buddha

each day

i miss you more than I thought I would. people assume I'm over you for obvious reasons, yet im reminded of "us" constantly. the trees at a park, my camera, freckles, the color gray, a fence. yeah, I can see these things and I'm reminded.
how many years has it been since we've last hung out? your room was always a mess which meant I'd have to wait outside in the den until all your dirty clothes were in the hamper. youd even organize all your baseball caps on your wall. you had such wonderful style- babe. we were suppose to watch a movie once, but it was way too confusing. kissing was a lot more entertaining. we used to kiss.
i wish we would have worked. being with you was always my favorite especially after school. talking about nothing important because having you next to me was important enough. you enjoyed cuddling too, so i was hooked. then you got that white Ford truck. such a classic. you picked me up once and we started talking from where we left off. your driving was wonderful; it wasn't teenage boy crazy like the usual. it was safe. it was a Friday..now I remember! you wore those fancy jeans, a baseball cap, a white t-shirt. when you drove me back home you still smelt amazing even after an entire day of being busy...how?
you wanted me to be a priority when you came back from Boston that one week during summer. fuck, i should have leaped at the opportunity. it's the worst being reminded of you because you wanted me at one point. me! i blew you off. I wish I could take that might  back- I dont think you understand the desire. Id kiss you in the pool. wrap my arms around you. say, yes! yes ill be your girlfriend.

maybe I wouldnt be here writing about you or maybe I would? you would still have moved far away, out of reach.
you said, I don't live in Arizona anymore.

oh.

carterelena

it makes me sad to know that there are teenagers out there whose lives are fucked up beyond belief. they believe that suicide will be simple and help solve their problems. running away doesn't help either...they dwell on the past- their mistakes. they should be focused on the future with a postive outlook. shit happens, let it go and start living a healthy, influential life.

ill miss you and your craziness.

YEAH

you consume my thoughts

you scared?

you make sounds I can't hear,
and you smell like burnt wood.
resistance- you know what that means?
it's February, not November.
go ahead, caress my jaw.
I like it anyways.
that sheet's too thin
as well as your emotions.
i'll return you the favor.
shut up, you're a virgin,
and you don't drive.

tbh

don't waste time and effort on something you know will be temporary.  dont remind yourself how fun it can be- you can have fun with someone who truly wants and enjoys you.

*pushes delete*

literally deleted you out of my life, wooo. this revelation hit me. you werent even worth my time or effort. I hope if I come across a boy like you again (praying that I dont, you suck) that I remember how you made me feel: anxious, depressed, and sooo unhappy. yeah, we had fun because we were so comfortable with eachother but that's it. I FEEL SO CONTENT, IT'S AMAZING.  i cant even express it.

the palmer squares

"I'm cold as a glacier, I slowly maneuver" so in love with their beats, vernacular and termk's face.

what's your yellow paint?

"Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."

copied from a letterstocrushes post

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