when snake met lizard: and when i tell you that i love you, oh, you're gonna say you love me too...

Wednesday, October 5

and when i tell you that i love you, oh, you're gonna say you love me too...

If I didn't think that were true, I would have ended this long before it ever got this far.

I love you, and just that, just knowing that you're out there somewhere and whatever you're doing, I love you, makes my life worthwhile. And while I don't mean to say that I live only for you--because surely we would get very boring if we only ever did that--I do mean that my life is richer, brighter, happier, with you in it. And I can't imagine it without you.

76 hours.

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: Name: who's that girl; Location: Pittsburgh/London, United Kingdom

Native Pittsburgher, 22 years old and living in south London with my wonderful fiance and random neighborhood cats. BA in Literature, studying for my MA at King's College London. I collect yarn like squirrels collect nuts, I love the Steelers, I love trashy magazines (when Dave lets me read them), I love the idea of our wedding, I love graduating with a degree, I love drinking, and I love most music. I hate the Ravens and Browns, I hate pretentiousness, I hate planning weddings, I hate studying, I hate hangovers, and I probably hate your favourite band.

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Smiling
Spinning 'round and 'round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing

Soaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shell

Wind in
And outdoor smell of your hair
I hit as fast as I could
With my nose

Hopping into puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up

---translation of "Hoppípolla" ("Hopping in Puddles") by Sigur Rós

when snake met lizard

Wednesday, October 5

and when i tell you that i love you, oh, you're gonna say you love me too...

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