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There is some truth
t o 
    time
 so 
   you  make sure to
remember.





Think of how
             tired
 we are. 




I want to live
              because
kissing=awesome     
                    a backseat
kiss will erase adolescent insecurities

......idk

I always plan on writing good posts,

But my heart’s never in the right place late Sunday nights.

And it’s hard to listen to your heart when your ears and heart are so far from each other.

So I write upside down so the blood rushes to my head,

And I put my hand on my chest so i can feel something.

my heart knows I’ll fall for it every time:

Making me think we had something one minute, 
then leaving me the next.

And I think you did something to my heart-But not in the heartbreak kind of way, because I never did love you. And after all you put me through, i still hope you're doing better than me.

 I’d love to see the size of your heart,

      And if a heart affects the size of a heart.

I turned eighteen two months ago, and I'm afraid I'm turning old.

symptoms: correcting friends' grammar, long naps, falling asleep in movie theaters, poor eyesight, short-term memory loss, caught saying phrases such as "rowdy teenagers",

my chiropractor says I have a lot of problems for a teenage girl..
Maybe he doesn't know I'm an adult now. 

deleted my original post

..because i was afraid of people reading it. 

"I've been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fear."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnxCxHLAqn8

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48 thoughts a minute

70,000 thoughts a day
18 years old when your brain stops growing
7.3 billion people on this earth
25 people in the united states that share my full name
1 year ago seemed like yesterday
1 day ago i didn't know that at 11:59 pm today i'd write the word "thinking"
365 days from today i don't know what i'll be doing1 minute ago this post became late
27 years and i'll be as old as my mom
10 months until i'm a freshman again
18 years is so old...
18 years is so young.

bricks are bricks

Today in Sunday school a girl told us that if we think we have trials bricks, then we should stop complaining because our bricks are nothing compared to other people's bricks...

and that really bothered me

because bricks are bricks.

you.......... me

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