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👀👀👀 looks like some #cartel just took a loss. #liquidmeth tho?
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There are certain smiles that are more than that. When it comes from the right person, a smile can mean more than a world. Sometimes you live for a smile. You put every ounce of power you have to arouse that beautiful smile. It’s an indication that you are okay, that you are comfortable, and that you are happy. And to some, that is all that matters. The happiness of someone special is all that matters. It’s not the twenty page report you have to do, or the quest you are trying to complete in your video game; nor getting a good degree, or a new promotion, or a new car. A smile is all that is needed throughout the day. And that smile is your smile, to me. Seeing you smile, is everything I work for. Nothing comes close to importance like your smile. It brings me happiness to know that I bring you are happy. It is what gives me energy every morning and peace of mind every night. Without your smile, there is no sun to shine upon me and the dark, well that is a very horrible place I hope never to be stuck in. I love your smile. I need your smile. I live for your smile. Your smile, oh God, your smile.
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Love isn’t patient. Love isn’t kind. Love is not a fire that you can’t tell whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house. Love is making delicate, passionate, caring love one night; kinky, dirty, rough sex the next, and sometimes not having sex at all, but having breakfast together every morning, spending rainy days reading silently side by side, leaving cute notes in their pants pockets for them to find at some point during the day, and greeting them with a tight hug and a kiss every time regardless
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Lasts are weird. You see, most of us are always looking forward to firsts. The first time we drive a car. The first time we buy a pack of cigarettes. The first time we drink. The first time we kiss someone. The first time we make love to someone. The first time we fuck someone. The first time we say I love you to someone. We are always looking forward to the first of everything with so much anticipation and, in some cases, a great deal of anxiety. But lasts? No one cares about the last of anything, at least not until after they happen. And yet, they are what we remember the most. We remember the last time we hung out with a friend that went away. We remember the last time we hugged someone. We remember the last time we kissed someone. We remember the last time we made love to someone. We remember the last time we held their hand. We remember the last time we looked at them and smiled. We remember the last time you said you loved them, and the last time they said they loved you, too. In the end, the lasts will haunt you, and, yet, when they happened, they were not last. They were just “another.” I still remember what your lips tasted like that afternoon when I walked you to your car. I remember the cold drizzle falling on me as I stood outside your car and waited for you to pick something on your iPad for the drive home. I remember grabbing the back of your neck to turn your head towards me. I remember kissing you. I remember your warm breath filling my mouth. I remember the texture of your lips. I remember the feeling of your tongue. I remember the kiss so well. I remember it tasted like lemonade. That was the last time I kissed you, and I didn’t know it. It was just another kiss. I refuse to have lemonade now. I feel like one sip could tear me apart. I miss your lemonade kisses.
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