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19. girl. wanderer.
</description><title>Gypsies play with fire</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @gypsiesplaywithfire)</generator><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>wow. you want to say sorry to someone you didn&amp;#8217;t even really offend but you didn&amp;#8217;t even...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;wow. you want to say sorry to someone you didn&amp;#8217;t even really offend but you didn&amp;#8217;t even apologize to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i knew you didn&amp;#8217;t give a shit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i knew it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i knew it&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/44475758926</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/44475758926</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 14:27:52 -0500</pubDate><category>fuck me</category><category>i'm so dumb</category></item><item><title>i don&amp;#8217;t hold your hand because we don&amp;#8217;t have a mental connection.
i kiss your lips but...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t hold your hand because we don&amp;#8217;t have a mental connection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i kiss your lips but there isn&amp;#8217;t a spark. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i can&amp;#8217;t get you hard because of the drugs&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you can&amp;#8217;t get me off because of the drugs&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we sleep in the same bed, but we&amp;#8217;re strangers to each other&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the thing that&amp;#8217;ll hurt me most is that you won&amp;#8217;t give a shit about me once this is over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this is fun, but i feel so empty. i feel broken.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel defeated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and the only winner,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995797183</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995797183</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 13:48:59 -0500</pubDate><category>shattered</category><category>personal</category></item><item><title>him: don't have feelings&#13;</title><description>him: don't have feelings&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me: i know. i just like being affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
him: that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me: (just let me revel in my little fantasy)</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995428974</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995428974</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 13:42:29 -0500</pubDate><category>hooking up</category><category>fuck buddies</category><category>my feelings.</category></item><item><title>i must not have feelings. i must not have feelings. i must not have feelings.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i must not have feelings. i must not have feelings. i must not have feelings.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995353366</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/43995353366</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 13:41:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>We just use each other for sex. I must not have feelings. But I feel so empty.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We just use each other for sex. I must not have feelings. But I feel so empty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42912126387</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42912126387</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 02:27:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i don&amp;#8217;t know you, but i know your body.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t know you, but i know your body.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42773621428</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42773621428</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 14:28:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>after this last pack of cigs i&amp;#8217;ll be done with you.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;after this last pack of cigs i&amp;#8217;ll be done with you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42718781753</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42718781753</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 21:53:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>sometimes i just want to go back. because it&amp;#8217;s comfortable. because what we had was easy....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;sometimes i just want to go back. because it&amp;#8217;s comfortable. because what we had was easy. because you actually cared about me. But then again, it would be wrong. it would be so wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i would just be using you for your body. and i would be with you just because i feel bad for you. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42687615523</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42687615523</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 15:00:13 -0500</pubDate><category>move on.</category></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m terrified you&amp;#8217;re going to tear my heart in two. You might not have emotions, but I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m terrified you&amp;#8217;re going to tear my heart in two. You might not have emotions, but I do. I don&amp;#8217;t want you to leave me when you find another girl, I&amp;#8217;m intrigued by you. Yeah, maybe I&amp;#8217;m too easy. Maybe you can read me like a book. But that&amp;#8217;s just who I am. And I&amp;#8217;m sorry if that&amp;#8217;s no fun for you. I&amp;#8217;m sorry I&amp;#8217;m not you&amp;#8217;re type. I don&amp;#8217;t seem to be anyone&amp;#8217;s type. I just seem to be the fun hook up kind of type. I&amp;#8217;m pretending to be strong, but I can&amp;#8217;t seem to shake off the fact that I can&amp;#8217;t get enough. I&amp;#8217;m not texting you now, because we just sleep in the same bed. I want to talk to you, get to know you, but you don&amp;#8217;t want that at all. I don&amp;#8217;t even know you. I know little stories, but I don&amp;#8217;t know who you are. I want to get to know you so much, but all I am to you is companionship. I&amp;#8217;m not even a person to you. My head says no, my heart wants more. My heart will shatter into a thousand pieces because of you and it&amp;#8217;ll be all my fault. The girls who&amp;#8217;ve seen me in your hall tell me to be careful, that they don&amp;#8217;t want to see me hurt, but I crave it so much, the touch, the kisses, the talks. Maybe it doesn&amp;#8217;t have to be you. Maybe it could be someone else. But because it&amp;#8217;s you now, I&amp;#8217;m stuck. And my brain hurts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But maybe we&amp;#8217;re on the same page, because we both know that fucking will change everything, and we&amp;#8217;ve stopped ourselves. But maybe you&amp;#8217;re just saying that. Maybe we&amp;#8217;ll just do it and then you&amp;#8217;ll be done with me. We probably won&amp;#8217;t be friends after that. I feel like every smile, laugh, kiss is calculated. I&amp;#8217;m scared. I&amp;#8217;ve never been this thrown off before. I wish you were like every other guy who couldn&amp;#8217;t get enough of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You might not have any emotions, but I do. Please handle me with care.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42601215106</link><guid>http://gypsiesplaywithfire.tumblr.com/post/42601215106</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2013 15:13:45 -0500</pubDate><category>hooking up</category><category>personal</category><category>boy problems</category></item></channel></rss>
