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.
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.
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.
Next time I’ll be braver, I’ll be my own savior.
You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her.
This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.
If you ask me how I’m doing, I would say I’m doing just fine. I would lie and say that your not on my mind.

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