There was never butterflies. Just fire.
Six word poem (b.c)
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Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
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A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey
Time flies (via doperespect)
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The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
Anonymous (via jdvlla)
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