in poche parole
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Barely breathing
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“You love yourself so much so why is it so crazy that someone else would too?”
“I don’t love myself.”
“You’re the fucking worst you know that? Because you think you’re not pretty and you’re not a good writer and you’re not a good friend well you are pretty and you are a good writer and you are a good friend.”
“Well thank you.”
“Is this the game? You chase me like I’m the fucking Beatles for six months and then I finally get comfortable and you shrug? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m scared okay. I’m really scared all the time. I’m like very scared all the time.”
“Join the fucking club.”
”I’m like the most scared person who’s alive.”
“Well you don’t have the right to be”
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GIRLS. I like this a lot.
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discussing modern art in front of modern art on Flickr.
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Nights I spend alone, I spend em runnin round looking for you, baby. looking for love
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this beautiful man, should of seen him when I had the chance. three years ago, or 3 weeks ago when Girls played down the street from my house in Milan.
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Oh, I wish I had a suntan
Oh, I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine
Oh, I wish I had a beach house
Then we could make a big fire every night
Instead I’m just crazy, I’m totally mad Yeah I’m just crazy, I’m fucked in the head
And maybe if I really tried with all of my heart
Then I could make a brand new start in love with you
