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I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
I hate how true this is for me.
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He didn’t get a chance to put lyrics (if there was going to be any) to this, but damn do I love this song.
For the better part of the last year, I’ve more or less lived on this bloody thing. I’m kinda relieved that there’s only 2 more days I need to be on it to get to uni but it’s already really weird not getting up really early to get to the station. (•_• )
Dear WIMCOI,
The first of these photos, 28/2/12 on the Waverley to Central train, somewhere after Kirknewton. Quality might get better if I start using a camera and not my phone.
NT
