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we're not kids anymore.
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Kiana Khansmith
Sweet Seals For You, Always

@theartofmadeline
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Claire Keane

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@cumbubbles
Like a hero needs a princess
or moat needs a drawbridge
my homeless bound heart
needs a heroine to fix
these nights of frustration
when dreams come unwilling
to carry my conscience
away from my being
my body stays empty
this pen has run dry
& I’m refilling inkwells
with gin and dry eyes
like birds of my father
I’ll never sing pretty
like canaries to the coal mines
I’m lost in this city
my maps have run empty
this canvas has dried
& I’m stuck at the bottom
of oh well at least he tried
//via Diaz
I used to believe that love was a virus. A heroin bump that started in the groin, fluttered through the heart and eventually penetrated the straw, stick, and brick layers of lovers walls. An infatuous disease, one transmitted until we climax then dissolve into a plateau of mutual expectation. Shove the pillow under her back, bend her over again, love is as permanent as a tissue umbrella in a baseball-sized hailstorm.
“No” he said, as he brushed away her kiss. “It’s not right.”
Her cheeks wore the trails of fresh tears through dry skin “Why not?” she asked, looking up through glossy swollen eyes.
“I feel like… you need to know. I need you to know. I feel like you need to know that you acted selfishly through our entire relationship. I always told myself that it wasn’t your fault, that you were just oblivious. I told myself that I was being overly sensitive and that you would eventually come around. Or understand. Or something. But you didn’t—and you wont. And I don’t think you will until you find someone that you love… as deeply as I loved you. I think that you’ll look up to that person, and feel that person in every beat of your heart—in every decision you make. You’ll want to be near that person, even if its just for the moment. You’ll crave their touch, embrace their weirdness, and want to surprise them every day—just so they know that they’re cherished.
I guess I don’t think you were selfish, but I do think that you were oblivious. I just can’t imagine being oblivious to the person you love.”
How do I automatically unfollow everybody from my questionable years?
The Civil Wars - Billie Jean (Live)
Just because the form of affection we crave most is easy for us to give, does not mean it won't be a challenge for the other.
thomas saliot
I don't think you're selfish, but I do think that you're oblivious. I just can't understand being oblivious to the person you love.