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I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.
Do you prefer women or men?
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how would you describe a heartbreak
the dull ache in your chest at 2 pm, when youre hanging out with your friends and you see something that reminds you of them. The dried up tears on your pillow, spending endless nights wondering if they’ll ever come back. Your heart was their home, and now people can’t tell the difference between it and an abandoned house. It’s the crack in your voice when you say their name. The regret of letting them go sitting on your chest. The regret of letting them let you go tearing you apart. Thinking of who holds their hand now. Fuck that, thinking of who holds their heart now. The ache in your heart when you think of them with someone else. You want them to be happy, but you want them to be happy with you. Knowing that no amount of words will bring them back. Crying to your best friend at 4.am. Getting drunk and slurring their name into someone else’s mouth. Missing them at 1.am. Thinking about if you’d both held on a bit longer. Just a bit longer. You would have made it. Missing them at 5.pm. Trying to fill the void they left in your chest with temporary intimacy with strangers you’ll never see again. Drowning the thought of them, along with yourself.
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submarine (2010)
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”
— Bob Marley