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fuck trump! today and tomorrow.

1/26/26 still stands.

“I want someone who’s so amazed by me that he watches my every move when I’m around. That photographs me. That writes about me, writes songs for me, or that paints me. I want someone who sees my eyes in the sun rays on his way home at 5:27pm. I want someone that will order a steak and cheese only to remember me. I want someone who sees the amazing person I am. I want someone to be fascinated by me. I want someone to see how beautiful everything about me is. Someone who finds impeccable details of me. I want this person to know my answer to interrogations. I want someone to read my eyes, I want someone to hold my chin and make look in his eyes when I tell him “I’m fine” and not let me look away until I spill myself in his arms. I want someone who sees heaven in my mind. I don’t want someone who stalks me but when has me around all he does is play video games. I don’t want someone who doesn’t miss me. I don’t want someone who isn’t crazy about me.”

— to my next lover (via numbingpain)

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found some of my old work

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A good read is always great after a great fuck. Words to balance out with moans. A good line equivalent to a good stroke. You obviously don’t know.

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A different kind of soulmate

At a particular moment in time in life, I use to believe a soulmate was going to be found in a love interest, strictly. It will be someone who knows you, and accepts all of you. You confide in this person, and when things get tough they remain there. Why? Because you share the same mentality and morals of what a healthy relationship should be. They will fight for you, and only you, no one will ever take your place.

Then there are individuals in life that you will meet in the most unpleasant circumstances, and war begins. Wounds are re opened, lies are being exposed, stories begin to make sense, and each story is another tear in one’s heart. Begin to realize, their pain is your pain, the reason why they cry at night, is the same reason you do. Begin to hope their pain surpasses, because only you know exactly the pain they are in and don’t wish it upon anyone. Begin to help one another, and talk about the pain because only they know the reason you cry, feel numb, angry, and so on. Only they know why love now is so scary for you. Only they know the level of betrayal you feel. Betrayed by the same guy. Recited “I love you” to two souls, and laid us down when one of us wasn’t available. I don’t know what’s worse than knowing the man you are in love with had someone else there all along. He’s our monster. He’s our pain, he’s our torment.

This is another kind of soulmate, they are the mere reflection of your own pain. It is like looking in a mirror, but not.