August 6

2012.
I want a love that makes me forget myself. I want a love that makes me remember everything that’s good with the world, of everything I was before I learned to hate. I want a love that makes me want to be irresponsible, but also makes me want to become the nicest person I know, too nice and sweet even that people around me just want to puke, and I won’t care. That’s the point — to not care, to know it doesn’t make sense, and know that it’s okay.

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