[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]
Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
― Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via 5000letters)
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