MOVING ON Why is it that the only appropriate song I can think of for this occasion is by Good Charlotte? Anyway, moving on... (hah, moving on, get it?)
I'm ill and I have too much homework and coursework. Therefore, I make icons. (The logic's there - you have to really want to see it). They're ugly and pseudo-grunge, but let's look past that. Yeah.
If you take then comment & credit or I cry (do you want to see me cry? Is that what you want?).
I had a beautiful, beautiful time. The drives and the talks were amazing – the kind of friend I thought I’d never find. I had a beautiful, beautiful time.
You have a beautiful, beautiful smile – the way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me, I shake like a child. It’s late – I’m afraid you might leave.
Because sometimes, it feels like you still don’t believe me. There’s nothing I can do to concentrate – it’s so distracting always thinking of you. So I expose, and explain, and I meant everything I said.
It’s moments like this that repeat and replay in my head when I’m laying in bed.
It’s a beautiful, beautiful time. As you laugh and roll onto your stomach, the carpet embraces your design. My heart pounds as I lay by your side, and I find that I am unable to hide all these feelings that flow.
selfishlywarm
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