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I'm quoting Nabokov

Franck, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Fr-an-ck

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A picture i took with my digital camera on my vacation

[xoxycodonex]

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I'd love to go on walks alone at night but the chance that I'll get kidnapped is way too high

[l0neg1rlonthemoon]

"i would never do that" i say, knowing fully well ive already done it

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What am I doing

When he’s asking me for more and then I remember how Franck was scared to touch me, and loved me with his eyes our whole relationship.

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"Only bought this dress so you could take it off."

-Taylor Swift

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It wont be like last year

I might be going to see the fireworks with him this year. I'm glad, but i'll always think about Franck when seeing fireworks, especially this year.

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ugh

It’s so hard to tell other people about Franck. Like, he’s mine.

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“i’m too old for you” that‘s literally a bonus??

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The Bolter

Taylor Swift · THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY · Song · 2024

No one gets The Bolter like I do

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I met another man, who, unconsciously, without really meaning to, made me lose the interest I had in you.

H est une fenêtre a deux battants sur la ville, il est un appartement au premier étage depuis lequel on observe les passants, sans qu’eux ne pensent à nous regarder.

He says to me, “See ? it’s crazy how none of them ever look up. I sit here all the time, and not a single one of them has ever noticed me. It’s even worse for the ones driving cars, the moment traffic slows down, they pull their phones out of their pockets, and then we’ve lost them. ”

Je passe tout mon temps dans cet appartement, et quand nous faisons l’amour : j’oublie Franck.

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I like you but my body isn't ready

-Sombr

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Franck’s ghost is haunting me

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some of my drawings !🩰✒️

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How much sorrow can I take ?

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ugh

Staring at the phone, hoping to get a call from him. Franck, you told me that you would call me during this summer, do you like the tought of me suffering ?