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@sulusepken9
i was listening to Jeff Buckley and i'm about to get my period so this came to me in a vision
"oh, you were such a good student-"
Yeah I know. I hate how it turned out too.
what being a girl on a random tuesday feels like
me last night also apple's period tracker is surprisingly good
this is how it feels like when the weather is above 22ΒΊC
haven't slept since 1805
I hope my love haunts you
this kind of day...
i wonder how it feels to be loved by an artistic soul and live in between their pages.
silly thoughts...
So,
you'll remember the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair feels in your hands and his stupid grin.
you'll trace the lenght of your arm imagining it's him.
you'll remember the timber of his voice and the warm breath against your chin.
you'll turn around every time when getting a whiff of the familiar scent only to see it's not him.
you'll walk the long way 'round to catch a glimpse of his shadow and be a regular at the cafe you saw him once in a desperate flee.
you'll get used to his memories haunting you and he frequents your dreams.
you'll try to move on and delete the pictures, burn the dried petals and donate the gifts.
you'll try to forget the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
you won't think of him when tracing your arm or getting a whiff of that scent mixed in the air.
you won't take the long way 'round and you'll find yourself a new cafe.
he won't be a passing thought in your mind and you'll dream new things.
you will move on and forget him.
you will take new pictures and buy yourself flowers, still get gifts.
you will go to meet someone else and try few drinks.
but when he tells you his name you'll remember his.
you will remember the shape of his lips, and the number of moles on his skin.
you will remember how soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
and you will cry because they have the same name but he is not him. sulusepken9
that moment when a film you saw months ago is so deeply engraved in your mind that you have to write something.
So,
you'll remember the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair feels in your hands and his stupid grin.
you'll trace the lenght of your arm imagining it's him.
you'll remember the timber of his voice and the warm breath against your chin.
you'll turn around every time when getting a whiff of the familiar scent only to see it's not him.
you'll walk the long way 'round to catch a glimpse of his shadow and be a regular at the cafe you saw him once in a desperate flee.
you'll get used to his memories haunting you and he frequents your dreams.
you'll try to move on and delete the pictures, burn the dried petals and donate the gifts.
you'll try to forget the shape of his lips, the number of moles on his skin. How soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
you won't think of him when tracing your arm or getting a whiff of that scent mixed in the air.
you won't take the long way 'round and you'll find yourself a new cafe.
he won't be a passing thought in your mind and you'll dream new things.
you will move on and forget him.
you will take new pictures and buy yourself flowers, still get gifts.
you will go to meet someone else and try a few drinks.
but when he tells you his name you'll remember his.
you will remember the shape of his lips, and the number of moles on his skin.
you will remember how soft his hair felt in your hands and his stupid grin.
and you will cry because they have the same name but he is not him. sulusepken9
how I look when a man says
I am a hater today β‘
i hate it i hate it I HATE IT
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all real men do is disappoint β‘
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I am not obsessed with him. Also me: