Mar 26, 2015
even the way she speaks is just… enchanting. the phrases she uses, the pauses in her thoughts. I’m really infatuated with the passion in which she says… everything. even when she says ‘I don’t want you’.
a.d.c.
seen from Chile
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
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seen from Egypt
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even the way she speaks is just… enchanting. the phrases she uses, the pauses in her thoughts. I’m really infatuated with the passion in which she says… everything. even when she says ‘I don’t want you’.
a.d.c.
I love feeling. I feel everything for everyone. I feel it all so deeply, wholeheartedly. I’m a prostitute of feelings. Always wanting more. And I am unashamed.
a.d.c.
I try to be everything everyone needs but, truthfully, I'm just an introvert with an herbal tea addiction.
since I'm being harassed on fanfiction, I'm posting all of my work here, along with some original work and my poetry. enjoy!
I won't lie; some days my constant existential crises and flashbacks from my past lives are incredibly overwhelming. but, other days, they remind me to make this life better.
8:13 on a tuesday
I just wanted to be your cigarette smoke and your herbal tea in the morning and your midday cup of coffee and your smile and your tears and your oversized sweater on rainy days. Hell, I wanted to be your rainy day and your 100 degree weather and your coldest winter night and the blanket that warmed you and your perfume, but I could’ve settled for being your body wash that faded after a few hours of work day. I just wanted to be your favorite jeans and that single dimple on the right of your face and the twinkle in your eyes when you talked about your favorite song. Fuck, I wanted to be your favorite song and your favorite film and your night and your day and your deepest thoughts and your warm breath and your heartbeat and the softness of your skin. But… I wasn’t all that. Because you were being that for yourself. And I didn’t know how to do be that for myself. I just didn’t.
"Co-dependent", by moonflowersandtea
I majored in mental orgasms. So, my degree is in mind fucking.
"Stay.", by Ashanti’Desiree
articulate slaughter because most misunderstand my mind due to my skin color.
12-word poem (#33), “educated”, by Ashanti’Desiree