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spencerslover-blog · 2 hours

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★. Autumn season and a date with spencer, what else could I ask for? Oh, yes! A book and a cup of coffee, please.

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spencerslover-blog · 8 days

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Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me but you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave and I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen. Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be, oh, 'cause we're crazy so tell me, who else is gonna know me? and who's gonna know you? (Who?) Me. Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) Me.

—From the desk of the tortured poets department intern.

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spencerslover-blog · 15 days

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And I know you love me, and I know it's crazy but every time you call my name, I think you mistake me for her, you both have moved on, you don't even talk but I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby. I'm so obsessed with your ex, I know she's been asleep on my side in your bed and I can feel it.

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spencerslover-blog · 20 days

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God, I'm so boring and I'm so rude, can't have a conversation if it's not all about you, the way you dress and the books you read. I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me.

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spencerslover-blog · 21 days

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Seen you from afar, wondered who you are, wondered what you're like. Think you're just my type and now I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you. Want you, yes, I do... bet you never knew it, think you'd suit me fine, want you all the time.

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spencerslover-blog · 23 days

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Did you know Tláloc? He's one of the most important and formidable gods in the Aztec pantheon! He was considered the god of rain, water, lightning and agriculture. His name derives from the Nahuatl words tlali meaning 'earth' and oc meaning 'something on the surface'. However, the origins of the god are probably much earlier as he shares many similarities with the Olmec God IV and the Mayan God B or Chac. In the various Mesoamerican cultures Tláloc appears as Dzahui for the Mixtec and Tajίn for the Totonac. Oh, I'm rambling, sorry.

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spencerslover-blog · 25 days

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But while in this world i think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, baby, you're too sweet for me.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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You and I alone and people may be watching, I don't mind 'cause anywhere with you feels right, anywhere with you feels like Paris in the rain. We don't need a fancy town or bottles that we can't pronounce 'cause anywhere, babe, is like Paris in the rain.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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I wanna love you but something's pulling me away from you. Jesus is my virtue and Judas is the demon I cling to. I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel but I'm still in love with Judas.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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All I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your army, frontlines don't you ignore me. I'm the best thing at this party, you're losing me. And I wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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I just don't wanna miss you tonight and I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand, when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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Losing him was blue, like I'd never known missing him was dark gray, all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met but loving him was red.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams and it's blue.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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For Valentine's day, I thought I'd buy a gun. That's how crazy I've become.

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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He got that boyish look that I like in a man, i am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans. It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands, no one understands.