patrick's sn goes here: i dunno talk about my voice again i like that

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Mood: a weenie in the oven

Woah its been three days.
"Lets move next to kanye" or at least one of his houses.
Followed by a "Oh oh" or a "Uh no"
I wasnt really listening.
Its kinda insane or just me.
Haircut finally.
Stuck somewhere between existing and awake.
Your sheets and our dreams.
Every eyelash is another insecurity when you won't look my way.
Gud god.
Things are really bad when you call me on my lies more than my cellphone.
You know me too well.
Which is always kinda weird to me cause I'm always changing.
Our bodies will never be proportionate but we work somehow.
Symmetrical hearts.
The smile I have before I fall asleep is cause I know when I wake up you'll give me another reason to.
Could live good without seeing another sunset from the airplane seat window with an empty spot in my hand where yours goes.
Never again so sing me to sleep.
Not just in my head.
Again, again.
W(illiam beck)ett dreams.
I am only as witty as my alarm clock allows.
And uh oh its bedtime.
Patrick said boys never wipe so I guess this means he never wipes his ass.
Woah. No wonder he stinks.

patrick's sn goes here: i was looking at these pictures i just downloaded and i was like, pete's right hand is always in a fist

Oh and yeah new pics: [link]