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gabi. seventeen. miami. christian. pescetarian. unable to swim. extremely loyal.
i like jesus, boy meets world, hand-holding, boy bands, comics, road trips, leonardo di caprio, high times, good music, reading, adventures, theater, frida kahlo, and sunshine. i don't like pancakes, disrespect, fights, being yelled at, foiled plans, or people who make fun of regular show.

i'm a fangirl. beware.
take a breath and let the rest come easy

i only outlined some sort of positive feeling. i never mentioned the overwhelming, shitty stuff going on like fights with my mom, lies, and desperately wanting to change back and pretend all the junk that happened didn’t happen. i think that’s the main thing- that i regret what happened there. all of it. the entire thing. it completely soured me on any kind of relationship… you know, aside from the fictional ones every teenage girls lives out in her daydreams, as i often do.

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