Naked acro yoga. The fluidity of forms in unity and balance with one another while in a pure, ethereal and raw state, yes.
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Naked acro yoga. The fluidity of forms in unity and balance with one another while in a pure, ethereal and raw state, yes.
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I can’t make you try or make excuses for you anymore.
All it would take is a “Hi, I’m sorry. Please come back.” and I would be back, because I can’t tell you how much I miss you.
Too late now though. I’m over it.
Assassination of John F. Kennedy.
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I hate you so much.
Not for what you did, but for what you haven’t done. If you loved me you wouldn’t have stopped until you fixed things, and got me back. You haven’t even said sorry.
Why have I not moved on from this? Others can. Why am I putting this on Tumblr. I’m sure you’ll see it and just laugh. But after the past three days I’ve had, I really don’t give a fuck.
I’ll just be waiting, for my time to come.
No need to stay here, I’l wait alone.
I’m fighting my ghosts, I’ve been fighting got hours.
There’s no love lost, I just learned you’re a coward.
I’ll keep on buying time,
Keep on waiting, till I find my smile.
Yes. I’m writing about you. I’m three songs deep.
I’m crazy. Gonna go cut some now. brb.
I’m fighting my ghosts,
Been fighting for hours,
There’s no love lost,
I just learned you’re a coward.
Tumblr says I have a message. I have no message. Hm.
I love her, so shut the fuck up. You wanna talk about somebody, at least have the balls to put your name on here so I can come and beat your ass.
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