29 January 2008 @ 12:39 am
hello, the end.  
My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.



» blogcrews, claims;

david tennant [info]ismylove.
doctor who [info]ismylove.

iam the rose tyler of scribbld.

I am thefangirlof Paramore

 
 
disappointed
disappointed