CHRISTINA NADIN
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CHRISTINA NADIN
ethnicity · filippino, white (irish)
+ galerie complÚte (quand on aime on ne compte pas)
a fictional man: *is kinda fucked up*
me: i want him so bad
Sylvia Plath â The Bell Jar
he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.
i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. âdunno,â he said. we would fuck again later.
i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. âgod,â he said, âi really fucked you up.â
Emily Palermo, âWhat I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravadoâ // Hieu Minh Nguyen, âPigâ // Richard Siken, âPlanet of Loveâ // Mary Oliver, âDogfishâ
âBeing shit runs in my family. Itâs in my blood. Which means I canât help it.â The End of the F***ing World (S02E03)
what if we were in a library and i was sitting on the ground reading a book and you knelt beside me and put your fingers under my chin and kissed me?
âI wish people could just say how they feel like âHey I really donât like when you do that to meâ or âHey Iâm in love with youâ or âHi I really miss you and I think about you all the timeâ without sounding desperate. Why canât everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.â
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it doesnât take pain to make someone cruel. it takes light
my bones have always cried for the stars
I carry a body full of secrets and my bones align the universe within me
heavenâs touch is when she kisses me
the world feels cruel on my shoulders, blessed with beauty and pain
all the people I carry leave when the seasons change
I swallowed the stars, I do not sorrow
the heart always endures
broken hearts are always built on hope
every good book starts with the smell of ink, paper and coffee
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