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the rain will eventually end
( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good
@poetvoyantt
( x )
( ✉ → sms ) because it is the sole purpose of boring people to ruin the fun for everyone else. ( ✉ → sms ) indulging without me?
( ✉ → sms ) right of course ( ✉ → sms ) couldn’t write & ‘m lonely ( ✉ → sms ) but there’s some left for you
( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
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( x )
( ✉ → sms ) shit, jack. ( ✉ → sms ) you have the voice of an angel
( ✉ → sms ) sht up
— but he’s laughing
( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u
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( ✉ → sms ) too much to drink, mon ami? ( ✉ → sms ) have minutes felt like years?
( ✉ → sms ) nha ( ✉ → sms ) shit ( ✉ → sms ) evey minut w’out you is hell
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fictional kiss things that end me
being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
pressing their foreheads together while kissing
speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse
guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately
staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
running their thumb over the other’s lips
when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves
ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close
one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly
their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them
accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart
when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
then licks their lips and says “please”
“Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme
❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞
❝ I preen for Satan. ❞
❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞
❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞
❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞
❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞
❝ I’m a dirty bird. ❞
❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞
❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞
❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞
❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞
❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞
❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞
❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞
❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞
❝ God can’t help you now. ❞
❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞
❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞
❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞
❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞
❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞
❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞
❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞
❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞
❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞
❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞
❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞
❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞
❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞
❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞
❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞
❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞
❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞
❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞
❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞
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&.
its crowded & he’s tired & why everyone seems to wait until the last open hour on a sunday to get groceries ( including themselves ), jack will never understand. maybe, if it were a less sleepy day, he would ponder the phenomenon beyond the excuse of laziness as he slips behind his shorter companion on his way to bag their own groceries.
— & he stills, movement cut short by the warmth of a hand curving over his ass & instinctively his hips press against lucien’s, the moment suspended as his breath catches in his chest before coming out shallowly next to blond hair. shit.