She doesn’t say “I love you" like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile and say, "You’re an idiot.”
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Leighton about Dair
love is natural and real, but not for you my love, not tonight my love
love is natural and real, but not for such as you and I, my love *
dan/blair + summertime
There’s a science to walking through windows
There’s a science to walking through windows without you
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
- Pablo Neruda
Earlier I thought of you.
How you were far away, where my hand
couldn’t wrap around the curve
of your thigh.
The sidewalks are glittering
from the rain and you are still
beautiful. This is me
throwing pebbles. If you want to,
please let me in.