Distance has been a defining feature in the last decade of my life. Imagine what it’s like to have a twin - the inseparable, speak your own language, always together kind of twin. And then imagine what it’s like to only see that person for a couple of weeks a year.
I miss my girl.
Wish you were here, willow. Amin mela lle, vanima Faerie.
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By konfusedfae, May 18, 2008 @ 2:21 am
I love you.
I left my phone in the car while I was in the club but i got your voicemail and you’re adorable. <3 heart bubbles.
they played Dancing QUeen and Uptown Girls and I thought of you. more heart bubbles.