"Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new, never thought it through. Crawling back to you." - Do I wanna know? by Arctic Monkeys (I am aware of how much I use this song, haha)
"And if I may just take your breath away, I don't mind if there's not much to say. Sometimes the silence guides the mind to move to a place so far away." - Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood
(Also aware of how much I use this song, too.)
"We're self-imploding
under the weight of your advice
I wear a suitcase
under each one of my eyes
[...] back to that bar in Tokyo, wherr the demons from my past leave me in peace.
I'll be animating every night, the grass will be greener on the other side, and the Vampires and te Wolves won't sink their teeth.
I'm sick of dancing with the Beast.
No matter how much it needs me, go and follow someone else's lead." -Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves) by The Wombats
"[...] and the more I give, the less I get,
needing fairground rides just to spark her smile,
[...]
Stop talking, stop talking
I need a lover, not a friend tonight,
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm not cut out for the modern life..." - 1996 by The Wombats
"[...] 'cos I've got problems with my sleep, and we're not the same, and I wear that on my sleeve
so I'm moving to New York 'cos I've got problems with my sleep. Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me.
I put 1 foot forward, and ended up 30 yards backs,
and am I losing my touch, or am I just completely off the track?
and I don't know why I want to voice this out loud, it's therapeutic somehow..."
- Moving to New York by The Wombats
"Your lipstick stain is a work of art [...]" - She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer
"'L' is for the way you look at me.
'O' is for the only one I see.
'V' is for very, very extrordinarry.
'E' is for even more than anyone that you adore.
Can love is all that I can give to you?
Love is more than just a game for two.
Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it.
Love was made for me and you..."
- L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole
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Continuation...
"Okay, your turn." I said, biting into a chocolate covered strawberry. I had never really loved strawberries, but I never said no to chocolate and I wasn't about to start now. My eyes rested on the top spare leaves of the fruit as I awaited with my ears perched for Harry's answer. We had been playing a game of 20 Questions (although, they never really are just 20). Until now, I knew Harry's actual name was Harold which I had not failed at teasing him for having a name that didn't sound from the 21st century. Also, that he was an Aquarius, his favorite color was orange and his favorite season was fall because, get this, the leaves turned orange.
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Blue Jeans || h.s.
Romance"and i know love is mean, love hurts, but I still remember that day we met on december, oh baby" where a girl with a psychotic family falls hopelessly, undeniably, foolishly in love for a guy in blue jeans and a white shirt who learns to care.