now her name stirs up my demons. because she left a piece of herself in my heart that she never came to take back.
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Yes 🙂
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It’s not what is said but HOW it’s said that makes me just weak in the knees! I heart language 🙂
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Te amo mucho Aiesha Marshall 🙂
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I loved her for the way she’d make me a sammich without me asking.
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Everyone can love you when you are nice..its that one special..or few special who love your darker sides as well…they love the whole of you.
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Aiesha Marshall 🙂
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I find this to be incredibly romantic in a macabre way
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See I kinda dug her for the way she danced with my demons…but that’s just me.
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Thats just beautiful :3
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I always loved …
Know this and know it more than you’ve ever bothered to understand anything before: I am as lonely as they come. As empty as they make them. There is a reason my liver is filled with whiskey. A cloaked rhyme to why my lungs have fallen in love with smoke. I am lonely. But I have come to the conclusion that loneliness, no matter how often it weighs the soul, is sometimes, a beautiful thing.
now her name stirs up my demons. because she left a piece of herself in my heart that she never came to take back.
Yes 🙂
It’s not what is said but HOW it’s said that makes me just weak in the knees! I heart language 🙂
Te amo mucho Aiesha Marshall 🙂
I loved her for the way she’d make me a sammich without me asking.
Everyone can love you when you are nice..its that one special..or few special who love your darker sides as well…they love the whole of you.
Aiesha Marshall 🙂
I find this to be incredibly romantic in a macabre way
See I kinda dug her for the way she danced with my demons…but that’s just me.
Thats just beautiful :3
I always loved …
Know this and know it
more than you’ve ever
bothered to understand
anything before:
I am as lonely as they come.
As empty as they make them.
There is a reason my liver
is filled with whiskey.
A cloaked rhyme to why my
lungs have fallen in love
with smoke.
I am lonely.
But I have come to the
conclusion that loneliness,
no matter how often it weighs the soul, is sometimes,
a beautiful thing.
This… This is Powerful
Remided me of this- found on Pinterest…..
This poindexter guy gets so much sex….
Sometimes beautiful creature gives you a mist…
I just adore Christopher Poindexter.
♥