The entirety of my being—the culmination of who I was, who I now am, and who I will be—every cell of me belongs to her.
Like a thief in the night, she waltzes into my home and gently and effortlessly steals my heart—and all I can do is thank her.
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The entirety of my being—the culmination of who I was, who I now am, and who I will be—every cell of me belongs to her.
Like a thief in the night, she waltzes into my home and gently and effortlessly steals my heart—and all I can do is thank her.
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a ufo just landed in front of me
getting probed rn
It took 3 minutes from landing to probing. That's efficiency.
you dont need ibuprofen you need me to kiss U
Today is Uni's birthday🎂🎊✨
He turned 2 today.
When Uni was little.⬇️ So cute!!!
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god is a woman & she's the 3 more cloves of garlic u add to a recipe that only calls for one
howdy ladies and gaydies, I spent ages making this What Tarot Card Are You quiz which has ZERO pop culture references and lots of horror / surrealist writing! (also if you get death I’m sorry)
If you liked this, my writing blog is @rubysmithwrites, give it a follow if you want to read more like it!
the devil
💬 Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.
The Lovers
Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did. You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.
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