“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I can’t wait for my husband to choke me while wearing his wedding ring 💍
“He reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”
— Richard Siken, excerpt of “You Are Jeff” (via blackshivers)
there’s just something so nice about having your tits out
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You must have been birthed by the sun, because I’ve never seen brown eyes that are warmer than yours. Earthly, and alive, and warm, warm, warm. I’ve been trying to say it in sentences, but all I can make up are fragments—and I was too nervous to tell you in person, even though I really wanted to, but, I mean, honestly, I’ve been looking for brown in everything ever since I met you. I’ve been waiting for the autumn leaves to match your warmth, wondering why the dirt falls short of your magnetism. They’re all the same color, anyways, but lately they can’t compare. I can’t look at brown the same after looking at you. I can’t feel warmth without feeling you.
Warmth must be your thing. You smile like it is, anyways—smiling with radiance, smiling with cordiality, smiling with ultraviolet light that kindles my interest. Your tongues of flames are dancing around the field, igniting sparks and passion onto anything it touches. You’ve got an air that reminds me of your fire, always bright, always giving, always free. No one can help but breathe you in.
having me as an ex wld be like god damning you specifically
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