Everything girls dream is have a guy call her at 3 a.m just to say, "Hey babe, i just wanted to tell you, I LOVE YOU"
i understand. I just don't care.
Real girls aren't perfect.
Perfect girls aren't real.
Every end is the new beggining.
I can't see exactly
where
i want to be.
i just can't see how
i will ever get there.
If you're not the one, then why does my heart tells me that you are?
Wild hearts, can be broken.
I like boys who smell good. Just like him (re: Mr. G) :)
What do you want to do before you die?
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