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?
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.
I needed you more.
Next time I’ll be braver, I’ll be my own savior.
You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her.

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