Timezone: GMT-6:00God, what am I doing? Naive, provincial girl. Entirely too tightly wound. Such a cliché. I oughta know better.
Gee, thanks.
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Forty minutes to get you into that, huh? Bet I could get you out of it faster.
I’ll be there when the world stops turning. I’ll be there when the storm is through. In the end I want to be standing at the beginning with you.
“Look at me, I used to use hopelessness as an excuse for all of the awful things that I did. Until this prissy little overachiever that I was totally planning on handing over to my mother unravelled all of my plans. Because she thought we all deserved better, even me.”
If one of us doesn’t make it, the other one can’t end up like The Dean. Mad and bitter and destroying everything we touch. I don’t want that to be our story. Okay? Our story is that we made each other better.
Day Twenty-Five // Song Lyrics - ‘Hearts Don’t Break Around Here’ by Ed Sheeran