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“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”
— Unknown
in theory i wanna test a dom until they fucking throw me onto a bed and fuck my absolute brains out but also all it takes is a bite to my neck to make me melt and do whatever u want
“my girl”say it again pls
my toxic trait is falling in love with anyone who shows me even the slightest bit of attention
The Smaller Evil, Stephanie Kuehn
https://evelionheart.medium.com/on-the-intimacy-of-the-mundane-863f9efb3c39
Red, White & Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston
Joy Harjo, from An American Sunrise: Poems; “Directions to you”
― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy
the feminine urge to jiggle my own ass
—Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart
Imagine loving someone from a distance for 9 fucking years dude
Listen to Mommy by Acacia on Apple Music. 2021. Duration: 3:58
Happy fucking new year this made me want to kill myself
When you're born in a burning house, you think that whole world is on fire. But it's not.
- Richard Kadrey
“All told, not absence but memory takes what it can, and we pay our debts by remembering completely.”
— From Flash Photography by Eric Gamalinda
“I open the windows and let night enter the house, From far off white loneliness settles upon the white page. I am convinced it is an act against white loneliness to say so.”
— Michael Burkard, from “The Man I Heard Of,” Fictions from the Self (W. W. Norton & Co., 1988)