i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
their daughter
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@cognacov
i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
their daughter
My love you should know, The best of me left hours ago.
I want to be the person you can’t get enough of
Different love languages:
Knowing someone's coffee/food order
"Saw this and thought of you" texts
Falling asleep on their shoulder
"Drive safe" and "text me when you get home"
Having nicknames for eachother
Eating her and fucking her in front of a mirror so she’s forced to watch you slut her out >>>
"fuck I missed you" while sliding in >>>
I really miss being hugged by someone who wants me
god you're so fucked up lets make out
I swear you can feel it in your soul when a connection with someone is right for you
La main et les dés -1928 - René Jacques
i love you people who hold doors i love you people who let others pass on the driveway i love you people who make funny faces at babies i love you people who pick up litter i love you people who say please and thank you i love you people patient with service workers i love you people who share an umbrella i love you people who are casually kind
Swan upon Leda
“Once someone touched my jaw so softly I cried. Once someone held my hand so lightly I wept —”
— Sanna Wani, from “Meditation,” My Grief, the Sun (House of Anansi Press, 2022)