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would you guys notice if I deactivated be honest 🤓
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@dewberrydusk
“May I hold you?” you ask Jing Yuan one afternoon as you lie sun-warmed in his garden.
You almost think he is asleep until he invites, “Please,” carrying a smile in his voice.
With ginger movements, you reach over and place your hands on either side of his face. It begins as mere holding, but soon you find your touch roaming. You smooth your fingers over his eyebrows and trace down to each side of his jaw. From here your hands climb up again, and once more back down, mapping out each crevice and dip of his face, his skin, his bone, until you are certain there is no part of him remaining that you do not know better than you know yourself.
You play this game with yourself, sometimes. You imagine people not as people, but as planets. After all, what is a person anyway, if not a world of their own? You trace the ridge of his nose, and imagine there lies a mountain range. Around his eyes you find oceans. Where his cheeks dip, there are valleys, and a river runs between his lips.
“What are you doing?” Jing Yuan asks. There is an element of amusement to his question, but his voice is primarily gentle. Endeared.
You still your hands. They rest on his cheeks while your thumbs brush back and forth over his skin, holding him. Though the world melts back into the familiar shapes of his face, there is still an assured sturdiness to his features which is grounding; a gravity which draws you towards him, as if you were the moon to his planet. Small, perhaps, and bare, but casting light on him wherever you can.
You answer, “I think I’m holding the world in my hands.”
You feel Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his cheeks press into your palms. Two hands cover yours, large and calloused, but gentle, and hold yours securely in place against his face. There is the tender press of lips to your skin as he turns his head enough to kiss the inside of your palm.
You hear Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his words come warm and bright and filled with adoration. You wonder why you thought him a planet, when he is so clearly the sun.
“And I am being held by the universe.”
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I’ve been quoting the gut you like a fish thing for ages I had to watch it 😢
Cam keep posting about scream and I’m gonna kidnap you
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MOVIES DONT CREATE PSYCHOS
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We all go a little mad sometimes…😈✌🏽
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Day 1740 of acting like I know how perspective works
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guys this is a suggestive post look away
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NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH
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does that count as a vent on main
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i wish I didn't really kiss the mirror when I'm on my own
#oh God#I'm gonna die alone#adolescence didn't make sense#a little loss of innocence#the ugly years of being a fool#ain't youth meant to be beautiful?
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wish Ive been a prom queen fighting for the title
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i want back my virginity
#so I can feel infinity#i wanna drink until I ache#I wanna make a big mistake#I want blood guts and angel cake#Im gonna puke it anyway
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