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can we kiss 🤭🤭🫣🫣
unless your name is Conner Kent or Bernard Dowd… no! sorry!
Things I took when life was content that I thought were bootiful. Pt 1
He bring the throwing stick 😊 my brother taught him to do this! I had a bunch of fun tossing it like “oops, I dropped it.. Bandit, can you bring it here?” I’m thinking he must have been wondering why the stupid clumsy human couldn’t pick it up herself 😂
Não quero você pela metade, não quero ter a sensação de que você me causa algo que não seja reciproco por você.
Não quero planejar sozinha um futuro, não quero permanecer nessa mesma que é gostar de você.
Quero que tire mais sorrisos de mim, igual tiro de você sem querer, não quero que me faça de ultimo plano quando você sempre foi meu primeiro e único.
Facets of Heartbreak (ii)
And just like *that* it was gone. The world, stretching away from me, retreating to fill the spaces in between; the gaps, the corners, the crevices, anywhere just to get away from my body.
This is your brain on loneliness, on knowing she doesn’t care, on having the air ripped from your lungs just to choke on your own guilt.
This is wanting so god damn bad someone you can never have.
This is learning that idiocy is sometimes blunt-force trauma.
This is the way she will never look at you.
This is never dancing with a star; never hearing her voice again and the way it sounds exactly like the sunrise. Never touching hair that is the most perfect instantiation of a sunset.
This is no do-overs.
This is wishing she would call but she’s never gonna call.
This is a testament to my narcissism.
This is breaking doves’ wings and never being forgiven.
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I should live in salt for this, for looking back just to see you disappear. For giving up the best thing I never had. For acting like you were ever mine in the first place.
Today someone asked about you.
It shook me at my core.
I had no idea what to say or summarize the downfall.
After what seemed like 45 minuets I finally replyed, “he’s happy and that’s all that matters”.
And that was the end of that subject.
I’m the villain in your story. I’ll forever be the “evil girl” but after all is said and done,your happy now and that’s all that matters.
The fact you’re finally happy means so so so much to me.
I no longer have to be my ninja self and make sure your okay.
You’re amazing. Be you.
<3
in other news i was rereading polaroid last night to have it fresh in my mind because it’s been SO long since i last read it all the way through
anyway reading the shots chapter after being removed from it pretty much felt like i was reading it for the first time and........................yeah, okay, i understand the death threats now lol