December 2011
I want to touch the earth. I want to break it in my hands. I want to grow something wild and unruly. I want to sleep on the hard ground, in the comfort of your arms, on a pillow of blue bonnets, in a blanket made of stars. Oh it sounds good to me. I want to be the only one for miles and miles, except for you & your simple smile. Take me away, fly this girl as high as you can into the wild...
That moment when you realize you’ve come so far for nothing.
The first cut is the deepest.
I’m a fucking wreck.
Get ahold of yourself, Taylor.
Sitting in a school parking lot crying.
Every fucking song.
Nwtdm.
If only this were my car.
If only this were my car. :’(
Just the opposite darling.
Inbfwoy.
She’s not coming back.
Ohh mhh. /:
Man, I’m sick need TheraFlu. Puff, puff, I’m high, need parachutes!
I’m so fucking sick of my life, I’m trying to fix that, & you just won’t fucking let me. This is fucking ridiculous. Everyone else is happy, why worry about me.
“I need to know that it’s possible for two people to stay together,...”
I miss you. It’s so hard to accept the fact that you’re never coming back.
