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Not today Justin
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Today's Document
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poetry • survival magic • zines
more: https://linktr.ee/raelarkpoetry
“Don’t let people with little dreams tell you that yours are too big.”
— Unknown
you deserve someone who sees a misunderstanding as an invitation to connect deeper. not a reason to write you off.
Yes you!!
I like your header picture
Thank you
I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you
I'm really tempted to delete all my social media and live privately for 2026
the older i get the more i realize how unimportant it is to tell people my business
vulnerability is so funny. like hi here’s my raw heart tissue do you maybe wanna poke it or hold it gently or idk step on it depending on your vibe
“He is not thinking about you, he never does. As much as that hurts, it’s as simple as that.”
— Why he won’t reply to you.
“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
“First we feel. Then we fall.”
— James Joyes
This☝️💙
I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you