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Oh! How I Wish It To Be Us, How I Wish To Have Gone Through Simple Day To Day Things With You, How I

Oh! how I wish It to be us, how I wish to have gone through simple day to day things with you, how I wish to cook for you, do your laundry, sing you songs, fold your shirts, cut your nails, do your skincare, make a home, do the taxes, make the budget, make some children and plan the whole life with you.
-msr
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little painted town
Pale little houses on little old streets, where garden figures line the sheen-less bricks. Little old trees bare from the winter, pressed against a blue-grey sky. Little stone graves and little gray fences, hovering over the dead yellow grass. Little winding streets and windy pine trees, with their little pale houses on their little old streets. Little black crows and little dead bushes, a strong cold breeze almost blowing them away. Little home businesses and little barren lots Next to little pale houses on their little old plots.
paramore’s performance of last hope at bonnaroo 2023 was life changing for me and i think we all moved on a little too fast
Just a girl Whether or not I figure out this floating rock’s lifeless meaning, I’ll still just be me. Each and every instance craves a moment of truth. A moment without fogged memory or clouded judgement; a peace of mind, if you will… If that peace of mind, if only it would come to fruition. It may very well never do so. Not for you, nor for myself, or anyone for that matter. Why is that? I’d rather just read and play games. At heart, I’m just a girl, without a worry in the world, content to just be. A pressing question like the meaning of life would never bother a little girl. I wish I were never able to fathom that.


yesterday, today, and tomorrow
#paramoresavedme


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