I can't stand to fly |
Jo-yee. Seventeen. Malaysia. Indecisive and that's about it. |
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| My brain during the day: | Potato, potato, ching chong tomato |
| My brain at night: | I wonder why the Earth was placed exactly here and allowed us to provide a perfect climate to sustain human life. |
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hold me, comfort me, whisper to me, even when the times get hard. kiss my neck, the palm of my hands, the curve of my hips, then kiss me gently on the nose. stare at me, and you will make me blush. grab me by behind and you’ll forever be mine. play with my hair and tickle my feet and i will smile and love you heaps. i just want someone to be behind me, in case i fall, or i hurt myself. i want someone to pick me up and love me till i feel fine again.
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