It's not the end it's just an uncomfortable pause.

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It's not the end it's just an uncomfortable pause.
Do you ever get shivers thinking about how perfect things could be.
Let me tell you about a love that had potential. He arrived late to dates and grabbed my legs like they were his. He laughed drunk one night and asked what I'd like to do. I ended up holding him and that was all and that was enough. He made me laugh from hundreds of miles away and made me laugh when my lips were by his cheek. He challenged my shit and laughed at my jokes and it was over long before it was started and sometimes I think about our chaos as the nicest thing I might have gotten lost in.
My body drains like it was blood when I think of how much I could have loved you.
Doing the ‘I am not a robot’ captchas like
Maybe I am a robot.
I am the girl you want your parents to meet who isn't afraid to get tied up while you love me. I am mental, I will scream. I will tell you when I'm mad I will kiss you hard on the mouth when I want you. I will kiss you softly when I want you. I will think about you when I'm making tea or when I'm working or when I'm half way through a movie and I imagine your fingers on my leg. I will tell you drunk at 2am on a Thursday that I have thought about my fingernails in your back. I will want you and I will love you when I fall quietly asleep with my hand on my thigh while the night turns purple and I think about your lips.
I made out with a guy last night, to whom I said (moments after meeting him? I think before learning his name?) 'oh you're a straight white male, go on, I feel like I never hear from your lot.'
I will not do yoga until the accepted name for someone who does is a 'yoghurt.'
Cute gift ideas for boys
Give them a complex.
Bring back the phase of society where having your tiddies all the way out was fine but showing ankle flesh was scandalous
i know this is aiming at 17. and 18. and 19. century fashion, but i really wanna bring back those dresses that only basically start under the boobs, like that little number Minoan snake goddess figurine is wearing
that was actually what i was thinking of! ive been obsessed with that figure since i was her in a history book as a kid lmao
the ultimate look!!! 2 titties out 2 snakes in hand
titties out, snakes up, she’s ready 2 go
ankles: covered
snakes: up
titties: out
I am forcibly removed from the historical narrative
Hello old love, that never truly went and never truly will.
We have a love that is so real and so easy to feel. It’s the love a dog looks at its human with. It’s the trust and the confidence that You Will Do Me No Harm. It’s the trust that we’re not being silly holding hands across a pub table and crying about how other people aren’t the same. We’re being real, and us, and you will never make me afraid to feel things and show them to you.
Four years ago I watched your heart break in front of me with a regret and a sadness of a kind that I don’t know I’ll ever feel again. Last night you told me it was the right thing to do. It felt like a shower on a cold day. Forgiving me so simply was the truest show of love you might have ever shown.
Last night we stumbled, drunk and teary, out into London air that we now share, though rarely together. You told me you would walk me home and we stood there and held each other and you kissed my head and my wet cheeks. I hugged you tighter and lifted my face up to look at you, and like it was nothing, like this whole life we had lived apart belonged to someone else, we kissed and you were so familiar.
We got to my house and you stood back at the gate while I searched for my keys, and I looked back to find you there, leaning on the post looking at me. I came back out and kissed you and my salty lips invited you in, and you were so familiar.
I'm off boys. They take you out for minigolf and kiss you properly, then move away as though others that are here might be able to make you laugh the same way.
I want to wake up with you and argue about the virtues of Vegemite toast.
It took two years away but I am finally thoroughly bored of being asked about all the things that kill you in Australia.