November 2011
1 post
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The worst part about the best part is
I know you will love me less someday. It’s impossible for you to not; we can’t keep up this pace. Be rational, anticipate it.
But seeing how much you love me now just makes me think about consequences and about the future.
I can be happy right now, but the back of my mind is always/usually there. And there’s nothing you can do to turn it off, save from proving me wrong.
September 2011
7 posts
2 tags
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August 2011
3 posts
“Everything is tight and packed. Don’t breathe.”
July 2011
14 posts
June 2011
11 posts
On
I haven’t gotten really turned on in… wow I don’t even know how long. That first kiss this summer, that was something. Those butterflies were well earned though, with weeks of office flirting keeping hopes high so when they were realized they were all the more brilliant.
I love getting my hopes up. Whichever one you end up with the, crash or the high, throws you for a loop....
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May 2011
6 posts
2 tags
Enough
Oh yeah, sure. Add some more fucking stress to my life and tell me that I’m not pretty enough.
Not pretty enough? Not pretty enough for what?
To look at? I’m offending your eyes.
To fuck? My hips don’t sway the way they should.
To live? To exist? I’m not pretty enough to go to Trader Joes and buy milk. I’m not pretty enough to come home and read a book.
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I hate when the amazing sex you have in the...
But those hand marks are always oh so sexy.
April 2011
4 posts
1 tag
“The world’s a pretty fucked up place, you can’t get too precious...”
March 2011
9 posts
