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[journeyskye]

Smoked out

[nonmorbidmurder-blog]

My ode to really fucking hoping that somehow somewhere you see this. Right after I saw you post something on your snapchat, showing that your mood was accurately represented by a man and a woman cuddling and sleeping together... I couldnt help but think about the short week that we were together. You. You are my best friend. There is no such thing as perfect, I know I should not expect, think, or even dream of perfect to protect my hopes. But I'll be fucking struck by lightning right fucking now if you weren't my idea of perfect. You have a disease right now. You're in the hospital. Your body is fighting against you and I wish I could help you make it out alive... I hope my perfection gets to survive... God. If it takes believing in God to let me just kiss you better right now then I will fucking crawl to the nearest church and pray until I no longer have breath. I just want to place both of my hands on your sides, press my head on your chest, and whisper to your scars so I could tell them how much I love them. You are a soldier with battle scars and even if you don't like them I'll kiss them until you do. I want to lay with you, look in your sleepy eyes and tell you how much I love you. I want you to be my first, only, and ladt caress in my day. I want your "so help me if he lays a hand on you lmk cuz I'll come straight out the hospital to beat some ass" I want your dark secrets. I want yout weird kinks. I want your daddy issues. I want your desiese that could kill you. I want you... I want you. To become dust with me...