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“My parents didn’t sacrifice so much so I could be sad about white boys who look like a q-tip.”
— Melissa Lozada-Oliva, “Light Brown Noise”
Heinrich Heine, tr. by Aaron Kramer, from Selected Poems: “Remembrance,”
Heyy how’s life going? Good things are coming your way ❤️ hydrate and don’t forget to smile.
Thank you love 💞
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F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned
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Lucille Clifton, from The Collected Poems of L. C.; “The Death of Crazy Horse,”
Robin Roe / A List of Cages
Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. February 1840
love
i want to be loved. I know what you may be thinking, “oh but you are loved, you are!”. but i don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry, but i don’t. because when i say i want to be loved, i mean i want to be loved. i want to be the subject of someone’s desire, and infatuation. i want to look into another person’s eyes and see their soul melt as their heart burns with a fiery passion just thinking about me. about what they want to do to me; with me. i want someone to tell me I’m beautiful, not just because they feel like they have to, but because when they look at me… they just can’t help themselves. i want to be intimate with someone, i want them to make me feel weightless as we explore each other’s bodies and minds. i want to whisper to them my every little secret while they run their fingers through my hair. and i want to listen to their heartbeat drum faster as they tell me their fears, just so i can hold them in my arms and tell them that everything is okay, feeling their body sink into mine, taking shallow breaths of comfort. i want them to see my scars and smile, knowing that they are the reason that the marks are fading, knowing that they are the reason why i smile every day. i just want to be totally, completely and utterly head over heels in love with someone. and i want them to feel the same about me.
is that too much to ask?
i adore you, can’t you see, you’re meant for me?
I sing the national anthem while I am standing over your body hold you like a python you can’t keep your hands off me or you pants on
There's things I wanna say to you
But I'll just let you live
there's no remedy for memory your face
like a melody, it won't lift my head
your soul is hunting me and telling me
that everything is fine
but I wish I was dead
cinnamon in my teeth