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❝JOLO❞
Note to self: Before you fall for someone, make sure they’re ready to catch you.
It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. Tallulah Bankhead
Well then, i can't decide if i'm good or bad.

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Summer might be right.
Sunday, October 25, 2009 @ 5:01 PM


Tom's co-worker: So do you have a boyfriend?
Summer: No, who needs it? We're young, might as well have fun while we can.
Tom: Wait, what happens if you fall in love?
Summer: Love. You don't believe in that. Do you?
Tom: What. It's love, not Santa Claus.
(500 days of summer)

I can't help but think that summer is right.
My friends make me smile to my phone retardedly. On special occasions, they surprise me to tears. When i'm down, they're the first ones i turn to. In times of need they lend me their shoulder to cry on. Sometimes when i'm lucky, they fetch me home when it's getting late. What's the difference with you being around? I'm out of this love game.