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Jelena Cikoja (@jelena.marija)

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To Be Tender

You touch me, I flinch. Your hands are cold but you are not. You stroke my face, my neck, my chest, gently. Tenderly. I jerk away, just a bit. I’m waiting for your hand to curl into a fist.

You whisper softly, and I jump. What are you doing, Why are you so quiet with your demands, With your desires. Do you not simply take?

You smile and reassure me, so tenderly.

Your body pressed against mine; I let out a gasp of vulnerable air. Your lips on the back of my neck, kissing it instead of trying to snap it.

I feel your eyes on my body, but so tenderly. A tsunami, an avalanche, a flood of tenderness.

It makes me want to peel my skin off and crawl out of my bones.

What business do you have stitching up my wounds

Who are you to come kissing the body that others took such care to bruise

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“A wonderful miracle came out of the end of us. I began believing in me far more than I believed in us.”

— tara love / and that’s more beautiful than any happily ever after that i’ve read

Post breakup feels

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Three on a Match, 1932

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confessions on napkin, 2018

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“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.”

— Emery Allen (via perrfectly)

Yah..

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