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Some of you are not paying enough attention in class to be making college aus
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Kaneki Ken of the House Goat, the First of His Name, The Unvirgin, King of the Ghouls, some Half Humans and Hirako, King of the Underground, Protector of the 24th Ward, Breaker of Bones, and Maman of Quinx
I think a vial labeled “poison” is less dangerous than a pie baked with said poison in it; more people will want to eat the pie, because it’s palatable and isn’t labeled.
to all the boys i never kissed
It's been years now but I still remember how it felt to sit beside you on that couch, not daring to say much at all. When you spoke to me on the phone, the conversation was peppered with so many silences. I heard the songs you wrote about other girls and I was aware of the depth of your feeling, but I guess you could sing better than you could ever speak.
We stood on the verandah when the keys slipped away and you gave me your jumper when it was cold. If there was no one else there I would have tried to kiss you, but I didn't know if you would have let me. It was seven years too late when I found out that you would have, and now I'm left wondering what could have been. Would you have loved me? Would I have loved you? Would we make music after making love, or would our love be making music? I guess now I'll never know.
I'm in a strange city now and all the boys I once wanted to love are far away, in another state of mind. Pages upon pages upon pages of lovesickness lie dormant in a box in my parents' attic - before any boy had ever touched me I was touching myself with hands and thoughts and destructive lust. The boys I never kissed are all in a box now, locked up with memories of self loathing and a desperate longing to love and be loved. Isn't it funny how people you think you care for and who you can't imagine not being in your life fall to nothing more than a vague and distant memory after some time?
The boys I never kissed all kissed me in my dreams, but real life won in the end and all the dreams eventually turned to faded dust.