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It’s worth it

Every night going to bed a little hungry

Every skipped meal

Every green tea

Every salad

Every denied food offer

Every walk

Every junk food skip

Every work out

Every gallon of water

Every day waking up a little skinnier

It’s all worth it

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may 2018 bring you

• clear skin

• pure love

• good grades

• recovery

• genuine happiness

• a better year than 2017

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Key to happiness: Sex , drugs and more sex.

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nevertherestillhere

He didn’t buy flowers. But one night he just picked up the hair brush off the bed and started brushing my hair. We hardly ever went out for dinner. But he sat on the cold tiles next to the bath, feeding me toasted cheese. My wet hands, wrinkling at the finger tips in the water. I spend two hours with my make up. He says: “Oh is base that stuff that makes you look a bit pale sometimes?” But in the morning, he’d keep his face in my pussy. He’d go deaf when I tell him: I think I just can’t come today. He wasn’t impressed at my tight blue dress. But he held my face to the sky, as he filled my mind with thoughts. He pulled my hands from my ears, as he whispered to me in the dark his secrets about myself He didn’t complete me. Quite the opposite. I’m terrified as he rips apart the puzzle. He’s got a mirror to my face, and a flash light shining in my eyes. I’m interrogated by his love. Somedays I feel like a dream house. You buy it, only to renovate every room. The smell of wet paint clogging in my lungs. I’m horrified by your love, your need to read and reread every page of me. But you hold me right through the night. You keep wanting to see me Naked. The answers that satisfy other people don’t satisfy you. You capture my imagination, as you bend me over the kitchen counter. You don’t buy flowers. Were never interested in poetry, But you’ve started reading it with me.

Theresa Taylor (via nevertherestillhere)