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You love me, lovin you, lovin me, lovin the way i got love for you, cos you got the same love for me, typa love <3 I love my girls. I love my friends, the real ones that i got. Boys with hella swag. Sweep me off my feet, but keep it real. I never get enough sleep. I've got so many plans, but not enough time. CSUS. Cupcakin. I swear, im still a kid at heart. But hey, you'll learn to love me. Im living fast-paced, keep up with me if you can.
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Kellan Lutz: “It’s nice to see bits and pieces of a woman exposed. As a guy, you get that mystery — especially when a dress or top isn’t too snug.” Cosmopolitan, November 2009
(via sayyourpeace)
Merry Christmas to me.
I call shotgun because I am the type of girl who with be right next to you through the worst and the best rides of your life. I call shotgun because if something were to happen, I would be right there in the front with one hand before me and the other will be used to protect you. I call shotgun and instead of blowing smoke into your quivering lips, I pass nothing but the good type of love. I call shotgun because there is no one else who is willing to do what I do for you. I call shotgun because baby, I am that ride or die type of woman. I just hope you know that once you call shotgun, it’s a guarantee spot right next to me. I am not the backseat and passively-let-life-go-by type of girl. I will not follow you from behind. Right next to you is where I will be. So what do you say? As for me, you already know. I called it.
Shotgun.
MERRY CHRISTMAS. These will be my gift for myself. Every girl deserves one.
