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I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via coral)
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i am at once, reverent, but exhausted at my own existence. do trees have growing pains when they force their limbs through solid earth to break and bloom and give you oxygen.
growing pains
one day you will wake up and my birthday will have slipped from your mind as easily as a blanket slips from the first of a sleeping child. you will forget our first kiss and the fifteenth of december and hot summer nights under arabian suns. i will drain like a sink filled with soapy water as you wash the dirt from your plate; the blood from the chopping board. you will forget that my eyes are brown and the scar above my left eye and the white half moon on my left front tooth. i will fade like a long forgotten dream that reccurs only sometimes, when our hearts are empty, but you will roll over into new arms and i will roll like a wave in the ocean - unique but at the same time, already indistinct.
i already miss you missing me
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beautiful; violent; vulgar. feathers against fairy lights, caged in ourselves and by the bars on the windows. fastforward seven years; a body you have never touched. do you think that in our new forms our hands would still know each other? the crook of elbows and the plains of your chest. arms that will never hold - not this virgin skin. thinner than the paper i gifted to you, dripping with whiskers and words i will dissolve into nothing against your gums. you will taste me sometimes; in the warm of the sloe or the childish fizz of sherbet. no sugar before bedtime; cavities never heal.
seven, seven, seven
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