#rambles speaks

[sweetkiitsunez]

JAJAHAJAJAJA--

I am getting proposed by Eichi Tenshouin in summer 🫶

please take my phone away.

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Starting to feel like there’s nothing left is the worst. I used to be more than this.

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Mood

trying so hard not to hit her with the “what are we”

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Fuck you

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About you.

Sometimes I still look through your social media. Just to see how you are, and maybe just a bit how I’m not too… Even after everything, my curiosity that drew me near you refuses to ebb. It’s a curiosity that led me down a complicated road I am only just now glimpsing the end of.

I’m excited and nervous to see you again. It’s really confusing, being confused, if that makes sense. For one, when I was with you I thought I’d made a mistake since the first time we kissed. Something didn’t feel right. I knew that it wasn’t you, it definitely wasn’t you, you were (are) so special to me. I kept thinking that there was something up with me. I loved holding your hand, sharing those long hugs, laying on a field and looking at stars, you leaning on me, telling me how good I smelled, sharing warmth, your hand creeping up my shirt to rest on my bare stomach. Those are moments i fell in love with and miss. So I got a little (lot) jealous that there was someone getting that from you, and probably more importantly, something that I couldn’t get from anyone at all.

Why am I saying something now? Good question. Maybe because I don’t want you out of my life? Maybe because you make me so goddamn curious and inspire me loads? Maybe because I don’t know what to do with myself since having gotten to know you… But less abstractly I do want to talk to you. Even though I’m still a teeny bit lost in feelings, I’m sure that you are important to me and I’d like to get to know you (cos I know we’ve both changed). I want to be your friend. Before we meet again. Love you lots.

Yours Truly, Rambles

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eskimo kisses

is it fair to you or me that i want you to be mine, missus? imagining making you smile with eskimo kisses anticipating you like a birthday or christmas ranking you among life’s top blisses daydreaming of replacing all those princes loving you and all your pieces basically what i want to say is i’m trying to aim cupid’s arrows, coming up with misses so i can only send out my wishes that he gives you those eskimo kisses

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Mood

I wanna lay in a field, get high and watch the galaxy move.

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Sex would def put my insomniac ass to sleep rn