Dark blue.

I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

I can never decide whether I’m really, truly over you, or if I’m living in denial. I wonder if I’ve just been avoiding thinking of you, or if you really don’t matter as much to me any more. I want you to matter, just not in the same way. I want you as my best friend. Like it was first. Like it should be now.

Define “original.”

 Color me with the unimaginable beauty that shines through your soul.

Something meaningful and vague so that it applies to everyones lives and they reblog it.

Backup plan here.

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