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No contact is this no contact is that no sending songs back ans forth knowing you have a meaning for every single one and they know but they don't mean it in anyways hurts like hell because you don't even have a topic to talk about but you want to be there so you keep doing that knowing there'll be nothing more or less than sending songs amd thanking each other.
انگار من هم یه دوست هفتم توی اون گروه بودم که دلش برای هر سه نفر دوستاش میسوزه و دلش نمیخواد هیچکس اینحا آسیب ببینه
و این قدرت این شو و بازیگر ها و نویسنده هه بوده که این حس قوی ارتباط با سریال رو برای بیننده ایجاد کردن
یکی از نکته های مهم توی فرندز که از نظر من فراموش میشه این بود که جویی و ریچل و اتفاقی گه بینشون افتاد نشانه قوی بودن دوستی بین راس و جویی هم بور چون هردوی اونا بخاطر اون یکی کناره گیری کردن حتی با اینکه دیوانه وار ریچل رو دوست داشتن و اینکه جویی بخاطر ریچل خیلی تغییر کرد برای من همیشه خاصه
Idc (I wrote 12 poems, a tone of essays a few songs and a fourteen hundred letters story about it)
Repost from N/a
Sit with me as you carry on
I leave you there pretending you moved on
I ask the radio to play our song and then call you "your favorite is on!"
I talk like a madman, my poems won't rhyme
But I'm constantly thinking, if it is the time
To make over and hug, or to kiss goodbye
I might not be the greatest, but i burn the whole plot
As I speak about you
To the audience I have inside
My head would be exploding maddle with all the thoughts but my heart keeps my head up aching for your smile
a not rhyming poem, radman.
Repost from N/a
Sit with me when you carry on
I leave you here pretending you moved on
I ask the radio to play our song and then call you "your favorite is on!"
I talk like a madman my poems won't rhyme
But I'm constantly thinking if it is the time
To make over and hug or to kiss for goodbye
I might not be the greatest but i burn the whole plot
As I speak about you
To the audience I have inside
My head would be exploding maddle with all the thoughts but my heart keeps my head up aching for your smile
a not rhyming poem, radman.
و تو اون درصد بیشتر ری اکشن پوستی میدن و من ری اکشنام تو معده اتفاق میوفته حتی کمیاب تره
