#dizzyspells

[dizzys-not-dead]

Any women here wanna take advantage of me I’m not like, vulnerable or anything just a yearner

[howlingday]

Librarian Blake

Blake: If you two don't keep it down, I'll take you into the back and make some REAL noise.

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Blake: If that holographic cover copy of Remnant Fairy Tales isn't returned by this afternoon, I'll reintroduce the punishment by whip policy.

[towerofstrengh]

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Came home from the Neurologist. I have to get infusions 2x/day for the next 3 days at the hospital, then get a magnetic resonance angiogram on Wednesday. Thamk you for your continued support. I just hope to get past this so I can live my life normally again. Postponed my Ear & Throat Doctor appt for the time-being to see how this form of treatment works for me. Will update again later this week. #vape #vaping #life #dizzyspells #mylife #perseverance #fightformylife #painmanagement #migraines #cronicillness #feline #cat #pet #pettherapy #nobeard (at Friendswood, Texas)

[dizzys-not-dead]

From across the universe, you will feel the echo of my touch as the breeze jostles the flower you plucked to give to me, and in that dissonance we made love

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Forgot if I posted this on main, but here’s this Art I think I updated it since last time :3

[dizzys-not-dead]

Had you noticed that your hair curls a little when it’s misty out? Your nose flushes when it’s chilly, too.

No, I hadnt either, I was just

Just looking.

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Random photo dump :))

DNI: grown ass men

[dizzys-not-dead]

|| From me to you, across the world ||

Lipstick on coffee cup lids

Lipstick marks on lollipop sticks

Yellow flames licking at candle wicks

On your collarbone a Berry red Revlon kiss

My chain gets caught on your hoodie seam

Long lashes painted silver with moonlight beams

We made love when we held eachother

Made love when we kissed

Made love when I held your arm down the boardwalk’s mist

Dinner dates are too cliche

Let me trace the scar running down your shoulder

From an accident when you were fifteen

It suits you just right somehow

A perfect piece of memory

I’ll put my hands in the pockets of your jeans

and we’ll laugh about how well they fit me