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Jesus is my homeboy
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i sit here wondering to myself, do you like me? do you ever think of me? do i ever have a chance with you? i don’t know because youre never straight forward with me. i havent cried in a while and after meeting you i cry myself to sleep everyday. my friends tell me to just act like i dont care, that you’d run back to me, but when i do that i feel like a part of me is missing. i know thats corny but i dont care. its true. i like you a lot, but i’m truly scared to get played like what you seem to do to a lot of other girls. so what do i do? sit here waiting? i dont know..
(Source: unheardsecretsblog)
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I don’t wanna see you, or feel you. I don’t wanna look into your eyes. I don’t wanna touch you, or miss you. I just wanna love your memory tonight.
you want perfection? go buy a barbie doll.
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The square pegs in round holes. The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, and they have no respect for status quota. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the one thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things. They push the human race forward and while some see crazy ones - we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that can change the world, are the ones that do.
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