A paper heart, crumpled in my hand. A paper arm, that I extend. You reach for my paper arm, and it tears. A fragile paper girl, with an even more fragile, paper heart.
July 2, 2009
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Just so you know, you make me crazy. I can’t go a day without you creeping into my thoughts, controlling my decisions, making me grow more and more insane with every image of, you. You’re a disease that envelops me completely and it’s this feeling that I don’t ever want to get over. I need you.
(via justsouknow)
