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Love is sitting down the street at your lonely friends house throwing back shots while your ex is at homecoming with boy you always had a feeling she liked.



Love is a red bird, previously white.



love is remembering how distraught you were the other night because you forgot for one second that romance is for poeple that lie.



Love is a parade of vigilant nightmares.



Love is waking up every morning and vomiting out your second story window thinking of a beautiful girl, with a beatiful boy.





Love is the darkest blood, and the lightest skin.

Love is the brightest eye, and the biggest tear.



Love is a rusted playscape in a ghost town