“Nightmare Before Christmas” Theme
this is sweet.
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Not going to lie, kind of creepy. But don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved that show.
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This was me all the time. Not anymore.
After he left, I cried for a week. And then I realized I do have faith. Faith in myself, faith that I would one day meet someone… who would be sure that I was the one.
I’m about to become her.
Oh, Kellen, why are you so so so sexy?
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Maybe this will love me.
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This is how I want my wedding to be.
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Tonight <3
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I used to love you and look forward to you. You used to be the best day of the week. And then jobs happened and our Sundays started to happen less and less. This weekend I will have my first Sunday off in a long time and it is not even worth it at this point. Sundays are no longer occupied. Unfortunate, kind of. I will miss you Sunday, my former day of happiness. But you are now on my list of dislikes.
So goodbye, Sunday.
What a horrible day. I don’t think it could have gotten any worse. All I want to do this weekend is lay and bed and watch Friends all day.
tried to be as close to perfect as possible for you.
tried to be understanding.
tried to give you everything you could ever want.
tried to make this work.
tried to make you the happiest you have ever felt.
tried to be the best I could be.
tried to love you with everything I had.
And what do I get in return?
Another fucking lie.
- ROOF SAID: aim high.
- FAN SAID: be cool.
- CLOCK SAID: every minute is precious.
- MIRROR SAID: reflect before you act.
- WINDOW SAID: see the world.
- CALENDAR SAID: be up to date.
- DOOR SAID: push hard to achieve your goals.
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I won’t blame you.
Instead I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love
And how you gave me everything you had
And how I offered you what was left of me
And I will remember your small room,
The feel of you
The light in the window
Your records
Your books
Our morning coffee
Our noons, our nights
Our bodies spilled together sleeping
The tiny flowing currents
Immediate and forever
Your leg, my leg
Your arm, my arm
Your smile and the warmth of you
Who made me laugh again.
-Charles Bukowski
(A part of Raw With Love)