The worst part of dating or applying for a new job, is that you can’t ask the last person that held the position why they left.
Lmao @ dating
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You clearly believed in labels. For your bedroom was excruciatingly organized;each corner everything was alphabetically arranged in labeled boxes. And I noticed that you had a name for everything. As I found myself wrapped around your arms,I questioned what my name meant within your heart.
“What am I?“I said.
“My girlfriend,” you replied.
Labels//Conee Berdera (via remanence-of-love)
Perpetual Commotion 