The Mad Hatter

Me too.

everything.

i don't like this version of "how you see the world."

ugh...fairy...who are you talking about? and you, kid...why so close? is god testing me...lmao.

lmao.

Um. Yeah. I think...I think I think I think...bdflrasdfj is really nice and alfntljhdonay is really interesting. But don't think you can be replaced. Unless you wait too long. Edit: that was sweet. :3

Um. Yeah. I think...I think I think I think...bdflrasdfj is really nice and alfntljhdonay is really interesting. But don't think you can be replaced. Unless you wait too long.

Shut up Ricardo.

I think I have this weird thing People flock to me It's nice But scary Especially since I'm just realizing it Why does this happen Why do people come to me With all their problems and shit I'm like, "Uh, blahadviceblah," and they say, "But..." and I say, "Don't ask if you don't want the truth," and they say, "..." and then I get annoyed but don't show it, Then I think of the person that does that for me, and who let me know that once you let people start leaning on you, there is nothing left for yourself, but it is nice to feel needed, so it's all worth it. And taught me about starting over. And taught me it's okay.

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

i hope you're happy i hope you're happy now

this is fact, not fiction for the first time in years.

lol. we wear our scarves just like a noose, but not 'cause we want eternal sleep. and though our parts are slightly used, new ones are slave labor you can keep.

when I look at her, I get pissed off even though it's not her fault. I can't let myself get angry the wrong people. I need to tell you.

when I look at her, I get pissed off even though it's not her fault. I can't let myself get angry the wrong people. I need to tell you.

No.

it's time to try defying gravity

I love your new suit.

tell me how to write a love story.

I really did like the feel of your stubble. xD

I certainly wouldn't.

writing my mind

but...but...what if you go there and i go somewhere else and you fall in love? D: it wouldn't be the end of the world, and god knows how i'll feel this time next year. hopefully the same if you're the same, hopefully different if you're different.

i bet he does