this is true love
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this is true love
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psychoanalyzegraham said: You’re so pretty omg
!!! omg thanks! Some days I feel pretty, some days I don't. It's always nice to hear reassurances though.
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➸ Abigail doesn't usually feel the need to be held or hugged or anything like that, unless she's upset. She's upset today. She craves a pair of arms around her, to hold in the loose parts of herself she felt were spilling out over the rim, staining everyone in her perimeter. She felt she had stained Will, and yet she continued to be around him, to be the incurable virus in his life. She felt guilty, ashamed, sad. But it wasn't always like this, as she said. Only some days when things got overwhelming in the small space of her body.
She hopes she doesn't startle Will when she comes up behind him in the hallway and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in the back of his neck. His hair tickles her nose but she ignores it. She can smell the cheap shampoo he uses and the sweat of the day. She doesn't say anything, a lump in her throat and too afraid of the tears that may pour over if she opens her mouth.
----wow. there's a man. a man that smells friendly.
so she'll just trot right on up to him with a happy wagging tail.
wait dad don't tell mom
don't tell mom or she'll never let me come over anymore
PLEASE DON'T TELL MOM