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Name: Lindsey
Location: Lansing, Michigan, United States
Birthday: 2/15/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Hanging with friends, talking online and on the phone, playing with my puppy, and going for walks!
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| being together is more than just physical
its about understanding that person,
being there for them, talking for hours,
making each others dreams come true,
being in love && not needing
anything to keep it worth while
I talk to much, i ramble about nothing.
i truly have no self confidence.. and i can be mean.. REALLY mean
i have no self control... i make many mistakes
i have been known to push people away.
my lauguage. ha.. well thats a diffeerent story
but, im just a girl.... i want to feel loved and think im pretty
i am me. plain and simple. take it, or leave it.
before i met you, i never knew what
it was like to be able to look at someone
& smile ...for no reason
Before I looked into your eyes i never understood why people got dazed, and went mad for someone else.
so basically, i'm gonna go all 3rd grader on your
ass and double-dog-dare you to fall in love with me.
the first time you said you loved me,
i fell into the deepest hole love could buy
& just for the record-
you're still my everything.
will you give me that perfect kiss;
the one that means everything,
standing in the pouring rain,
and then grab me
and say i love you...
Caution;
i may have the sudden urge to
kiss you. be prepared.
And though I know, Ive already blown more chances
Than anyone should ever get
All Im asking you, is dont write me off, just yet
Dont write me off just yet
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| I'm sorry that somehow, that somewhere along the way, I lost my voice. And now when I really need to speak up, when I really need to tell you something, I can't. And I bite my tongue, and I dig my nails into my hands and I squeeze my eyes shut when the tears begin to well in them. And what is there to do except repeat the profound feeling of hate? But I don't hate you, I love you and that is the problem. And you can accuse me of being cold, or cruel, or not caring, but I care. I care so much that every stupid thing you do makes my heart sick.
I want to spend all my days with you..
wrestling over remotes ;
playing in the mud..
throwing each other in pools.
fighting over the last piece of cheesecake.
have food fights.
killing each other over which TV show we're gonna watch.
& then not watching it anyways..
I want to piss you off..
& then kiss you.
I want you to be the one who makes fun of me..
for burning your dinner;
or forgetting to do your laundry.
I want you & me.
forever.
I told them all the great things about you, and there were a lot. I was up there for awhile. I didn't tell them everything, though. I left out the complicated stuff, like how it took losing you forever for me to truly find you. And how finding you turned me into someone else entirely. That's not what they came for. People want to hear that you are great. Not that you were great, and also, not so great. They want to know I miss you. Not that while I've been missing you, I've fallen for someone else. It's weird though, I feel like the only one who would understand this is you. Anyway, I left that all out and kept it simple. I told them I loved you and that's the truth.
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| so im sick.
didnt go to school today.
i hate being sick.
it sucks.
but sometimes, no matter how much you love
someone, they just can't love you back in the same
way. & believe me, loving someone who
can't love you back is way lonelier
than being alone.
"someone out there is meant to be the love of your life. your best friend, your soulmate. the one you can tell your dreams to. he'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your heart. he'll brush the hair out of your eyes & send you flowers when you least expect it. he'll call you to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or just because he's thinking about you. he'll be bursting to talk to you each morning, just to hear the sound of your voice. he'll look into your eyes & tell you you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen & for the first time in your life, you'll believe it."
It's that 'lock your-self in your bedroom, bring a pillow to your face and scream your lungs out' kind of feeling.
So say what you want, but to me i wouldn't have it any other way. I love this kid. & that i tell you will never change.
did you ever notice that there is always that
particular line in that certain song that always
stands out in that certain way & reminds you
of that [ o n e p e r s o n . ]
i'm always my happiest when
i'm singing in the shower,
laughing out loud with my girls,
or just thinking of you <3
So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune.
Some say I'm paranormal, so I just bend their spoon.
Who wants to be ordinary, in a crazy mixed up world?
I don't care what they're sayin, as long as I'm your girl
the definition of "just friends" is
"I dont just want you to mourn the loss.
I want to remind you of it everyday.
I want you to suffer, I want you to envy,
I want you to die slowly, a bit at a time...
and I want you to smile and thank me for it."
I love you... in a really, really big... pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
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| When every second lasts a thousand years
And every shot glass holds a million tears
And every race ends in a brand new start
There's no soul left but you can take some heart
When you smile, I melt inside.
I'm not worthy for a minute of your time.
I really wish it was only me and you ,
I'm jealous of everybody in the room .
Please don't look at me with those eyes,
Please don't hint that you're capable of lies.
I dread the thought of our very first kiss,
A target that i'm probably going to miss
i live for the summers where my toes don't
go a day without touching the sand. the weeks
that are spent under the sun & the moon with
good friends. i live for the days when my
cheeks hurt too much from smiling. i live
for the hours that i feel alive. the minutes
that make up my favorite song. the seconds
that make up that one first summer kiss. i live
for the moments that take my breath away
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