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I crave physical affection and closeness but only from very specific people and when anyone else touches me it is actually repulsive
I Was Here, Beyonce.
watch me make ‘em bow one by one.
“i am here”, 2018
In my defense, your honor, I really am the dumbest bitch alive
You can face it and not recoil. You can face it and not flinch. You can face it and still stand tall afterwards. You are strong and you have done it before. You can face it.
im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill
She had the kind of face most men would call bitchy, but which I suspected simply reflected determination.
The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza (by Shaun David Hutchinson)
emo (eat me out)
“Look, I can’t tell you what to do. No one can, though trust me when I say that everyone will have an opinion. You have to do what you think is right. Forget the end of the world, forget saving humanity. Those things aren’t your responsibility. The only things you can control are the choices you make, and that has to be enough.”
The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza (by Shaun David Hutchinson)
“Sometimes you have to take your own hand as though you were a lost child and bring yourself stumbling home over twisted ice.”
— Louise Erdrich, from “Grief,” Original Fire: Selected and New Poems (Harper Perennial, 2004)
“you consume me all to an ember.”
— D. H. Lawrence, from “Lilies in the Fire,” Love Poems and Others (Duckworth and Co., 1913)
I cherish small intimacies. A head resting against a shoulder, lips brushing against a nose, a kiss on the neck, a hand reaching out for my own