I can only vaguely remember that night, and the ruby-red lipstick that was left on my cheek, but I must confess: sometimes, I press my fingers to it like I'm feeling for a pulse. Sometimes, I let it cover me like a blanket.
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I can only vaguely remember that night, and the ruby-red lipstick that was left on my cheek, but I must confess: sometimes, I press my fingers to it like I'm feeling for a pulse. Sometimes, I let it cover me like a blanket.
I see the two of you together. You and him. My ribs crack open one by one and my heart drags its claws down my throat. Sometimes I'm too optimistic for my own good.
"Just tell me if I'm clingy," you say.
I say, alright. But I know you couldn't really be. There's no way I could love you any less than you love me.
Friendly reminder that terfs are NOT welcome here!
Boys who? I only ever think of your face when I'm talking about love.
"Raven is the lesbian from Teen Titans" posts are Starfire-loving wlw erasure that I CANNOT stand for. You bitches know the reason she ran around and around with Robin was because she struggled with her own gayness. She and Raven were butch/femme girlfriends, and I'm not accepting any other explanation.
she’s a little too easy to love #1
Cool concept: I do your nail polish as an excuse to hold your hand.
All this yearning, but it's okay, because you love me. I think you do? No, you definitely do. Probably.
"I'm such a primadonna!" she says.
"I'm so conceited!" she says.
"I think too highly of myself!" she says.
Maybe, I think, but it's okay. It doesn't really matter to me. You call yourself a queen and a goddess and the most beautiful girl in the world, but it's okay because you're just being honest.
I want to bury myself in the smell of your perfume.
If you'd kiss me, would I be complete? No. Would I feel complete for an instant, your fingers brushing my face and your mouth breathing into mine? Let's find out.
Beauty is found in all things. I find it in wind, I find it in nighttime, and I find it in you.
Smear your lipstick on my cheek and kiss me goodbye.
Your lips are fire engine red and honey sweet, and you know what I think? I think I’m healed. I think that being with you, and smiling at you, and loving you is more therapeutic than damaging.