ariannameli

"Often, I write all day long with white ink on white paper, late into the night, until it is all I can do to feel the letters curving to earth from the tip of the pen. And then, I fall asleep. Dreaming of running, or maybe driving in a car the color of water, I wake the next day remembering nothing. I gather the stack of paper & a pen of black on the desk in front of me and the words begin to dance over the page like long legged insects across a still lake. The words in white whisper behind & underneath the new day. If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. There is nothing more to it than that." //
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my lovee

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the boy is mine.

i think that you should realize
and try to understand why
he is apart of my life
i know it’s killing you inside

when will you get the picture
you’re the past & he’s the future

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she’s got her mind made up
that all she needs is love

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But I swear, I’ll never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun.

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This is how it started. No lie.

11: 24 PM
Mike: hey
Arianna: hi
Mike: so just because i feel that comfortable with you, and cause i think it doesnt have to change anything, and cause i think you know that if i know how it really is, nothing else matters and ill respect that
Mike: youre not attracted to me?
Mike: :-D
Arianna: hahaha
True story.

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“If I love you with all my heart,” he said, “what will you give me?” And then he stopped. I told him I didn’t have to answer that because he was going to do it anyway.

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