Black: I would date you.
Green: I think you’re cute.
Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
Grey: I wish we still talked
Purple: I really love your blog.
Teal: We have a lot in common.
Yellow: FUCK ME, LET’S FUCK.
Orange: I don’t like your blog.
Brown: I don’t like you.
Pink: I think you are unattractive.
Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
White: Marry me.
deep red - i’m in love with you.
red - i love you.
pink - i think you’re cute.
blue - you’re amazing.
rose - you’re pretty
purple - you’re hot.
plum - i would fuck you.
violet - i would date you.
aqua - i could stay on your blog for hours.
lavender - you are my tumblr crush.
orange - i want to get to know you.
tangerine - we have a lot in common.
amber - i wish you would notice me.
cream - i don’t talk to you but i really love your blog
Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog
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Send someee.
I want to drink pink champagne in a round bathtub on a platform with my hair up wearing diamonds
I’ve gotta say I miss my Blair, she made me a better Chuck. But if I’m gonna be like Chuck I’m gonna need more Scotch.
it’s weird how straight boys will find out that a girl is bisexual and then think that girl wants to fuck them with another girl. And if they find out a guy is gay they think that guy wants to fuck them.
No one wants to have sex with you. You are are not cute. At all.
You messaged me out of the blue.
I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
“Hey.”
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,
Always.
Sunshine, there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.
(But, there’s just something about)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you’re done and,
You’ve decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it’s beating for you anyway.
What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You’re learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don’t mind me, I’m just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.
What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can’t afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can’t forget you?
(What if I can’t forget you?)
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,
And just throw, oh no.
You can’t just throw me away.
So, what if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don’t even want to?
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh.
What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can’t afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can’t forget you?
(What if I can’t forget you?)
I’d better learn to live alone.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
What’s so good about? What’s so good about?
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
Oh.
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