victoria kyllar plemmons.
burgundy hair. blue/gray eyes.
18 years in the makeing [january 22]
shoud've been a 70s baby.
graduated from chs.
clean hippie.
huge heart and love with every bit of it.
trust people more than needed, not everyone is bad.
music is life.
singing is the passion.
photography is the second.
dork, but proud of it.
open minded; join the revolution.
opinionated.
blunt.
outgoing, have to be to make friends.
easy person to get along with, until you mess with the loved ones.
ask the ones who have.
wanna know more?
just ask.
i post a lot of videos…meh, oh wells.
i don’t wanna live with regrets, which is why my life is a mess.
real nice to know that you care, to leave me soaking wet. i’m so surprised you would dare.
i could pretend that i’m strong and i’ve moved on, but i’m not.
i could lie and say that i’ve forgotten everything about you, about us, but i’m not.
i could walk away and never think twice about it, but i’m not.
i could forget that you still hold my heart, but i’m not.
i could leave you alone and stop fighting for you, but i’m not.
i could be with anyone else, but i’m not.
i could wave my white flag and give up, but i’m not.
i could love another and give them no chance of winning, but i’m not.
i could ignore the fact that every inch of me wants you, but i’m not.
i could deny that you were ever mine, but i’m not.
i could take back what i’ve done to you, but i can’t.
though, i wish i could.
if i could, every thing would be fine, back to where it was.
but, i made a mess of everything.
i hurt you, broke you, and tested you.
my heart, my life will never be the same, without your touch.
sleepless nights, break downs, numbness, coldness, and resentment toward myself have become dear friends now that you’ve gone.
every time i watch this movie, i cry at this part now. oh how much i miss you./:
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i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.
words i once said, to someone who has my heart.
though, that person in so longer mine, so to speak.
they still have my heart.
they still have my love.
every thing we had, ripped apart and torn away.
dreams and hopes we had built, crumbled down.
if i could have the choice, to take every thing back and had none of it happen.
i wouldn’t dare to.
why?-because when those words were said, they were meant.
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