Tori. 16 years young. Acoustic Guitar. God. Taylor Swift. Music. Glee. Friends. Love Stories. Big Cities. Volleyball. Puppies. Tattoos. Little kids. Pictures. Sarah Dessen. Summer. Rings. Tumblr. Pretty Little Liars. Painted nails. Laughing. Fall. The Hunger Games.

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All this time how could you not know?
Your love is a heartbreaker.
Why you gotta, why you wanna, make me keep wanting you?
And slowly things fall apart.
All those fairytails are full of shit.
I could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.
Whenever I get a text, I really hope it’s your name that pops up. But it never is.
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough.
I don’t understand what happened between you and me, but you will probably end up with someone half as good as me.

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