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I want you to slowly crawl between my legs and then speak your tongue into me until all of the neighbors know your name

reminders for bad days;

I want to give you my limbs my hips, the corners of my eyes my mouth so that you will know that when every time I tremble with silence my body is still in love with you I am still trying to tell you something.

#you take my silence as a bad thing; it is just how i operate #(i think you're learning that)#but still #words have never described this so accurately #a boy

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i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you

if loneliness was a sickness i'd be a terminal case.

#come back come back come back #it's already been far too long #a boy #paper

isn’t it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they are beautiful

but we kill ourselves because we think that we are not

i was called worthless today. if anyone else had said it, i'd have been inclined to agree. truth be told, i still somewhat am.

#personal

Are you okay?

sometimes.

it always depends on the moment you ask me.

i wonder if everyone leaves. (or, perhaps, if i'm the one leaving them, and just not knowing it.)

#personal

it's been a month and not a single word.

#there was no goodbye #no accusations #just a sudden break and i don't know if you meant it that way #if you wanted it like that #a little ironic that a day full of happiness was the last day i spoke to my best friend #personal #paper

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maybecrooks

“Take me in small doses; I’ll take you all at once.”

i need you here. (lips and hands and fingers and words and eyes and mind.)

i don't think i can stand the separation much longer.

#paper

there is a cut on my leg. with it, i've learned i'm very much intrigued by how my skin looks slashed up. i suppose i should be worried about this.

#personal

gardencherub

what doesn’t kill you leaves scars ruins your lungs dries out all your tears leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning wishing you weren’t alive

c.c. (via debilitating)

being told the person you love could do better than you is the worst feeling in the world.

#personal #this isn't the first time it's been said #but it still hurts

total for yesterday:

fifteen minutes alone, a mom that caught us once (but wasn't too upset with it) and kisses until i couldn't count them.

i'd say it was a fairly productive day.

#a boy #paper #dear anon i kissed him and he kissed me and it was lovely

my face hurts from smiling.

i'm taking that as a good sign.

#a boy #personal

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