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it's been almost a year, and i still adore you just the same. 

we sailor down because it's twenty-three. twenty-three is /the/ number, oui?

it's kind of ironic... a month later, and i still miss you.

you make me ill. come back soon, cherie.

there's not a time where i don't exclusively go tits over ass for a particular man with a very brandish head of soft, dark hair. happens to be my best friend. you know him?

you know who i can’t live without? 

you know what i love?

you know what i adore? 

do you want me to? i'll serenade whatever song you want, bubba.

i'm insane, i'm insane, i'm insane in the fuckin' brains.