Posts tagged you matter to me
If I said there was something more... would you believe me, girl?

Sometimes I wish you could be my Polly Pocket. Not my blog reader, not my friend, but my Polly Pocket. I wish you could be less than an inch tall so that I could carry you with me always and you could see the world beside me and we could talk deep into midnight about all the things our little sockets of hazel and blue saw that day.

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