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Hey Bitches..
So as you fuckers can probably guess, I am defs not straight. Probably cuz I fucked ya mum but that’s like irrelevant rn. I actually love girls.Almost as I love scratching my butthole when it’s itchy. lols.
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Just Love
I just love girls. Especially my girl. She’s mine. And i’ll tell you why...
Petals. That’s what she reminds me of, with her delicate skin. So pink and rosy. Like her kisses, nice and sweet. Pink nails, baby blue highlights and yellow shoes. So bright yet so pale. My Petal.
Neon lights. That’s her personality. So bright and flashy. She echoes remixed songs through the shallow eyes that reflect the light. She mimics the feeling of Saturday nights through her touch. Wet, rainy days with cars speeding past while you wait, staring at the brightly flashing sign outside. That’s her. My neon lights.
Cold marble. That’s her mood. So very cold. So very pretty. So very unforgiving. So refreshing to overworked feet on a hot day. So very snakelike. So manipulative, but here I am. That’s her. My cold, cold marble.
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Listen Up.
I just really need to tell you. Like need to. It’s ripping me apart. I can feel it. It’s my desire to let the words spill out. Tumble out. To let the words break free. To break free, and tell you what you need to know.
I love you.
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I just love you so much. Your broken heart. Your messed up face. Your cracked mind. Your scarred body. Your damaged soul. Your need to be loved.
You like me so much. My ready shoulder. My alert ears. My strategic brain. My messed up life. My will to love a broken being
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We’re not lovers, we’re just strangers
Halsey
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You and Me and the Moon
It starts at night. You and Me and the Moon. Our Moon. On cold nights I can see it. Our future starring pizza, cats, underwear and cuddles, and the Moon. Of course. My life begins with you, grows with you then ends with you.
- What I Whispered In Your Ear That Night
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