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In this world, I believe there are two important things to do.

Pursuing knowladge and using it to help the others.

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High achiver med student aesthetic

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Once upon a time I asked my boyfiend if we can have matching red hair. I wanted him to be Shinji...

#meme #barbieandken #artificialpeople

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The only daddy issues i'm allowed to have in october are with these two

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by Tengyart

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The new love I found

The new love I found was a boy who loved white and sleeping on hard surfaces.

He was one of those who loved being taken care of and taking care of another being.

There was something different though, because he was fierce and strong. He put his hand around my throat when we were making love. He bruised me and kissed every inch of my body.

We kissed under the stars because that night I didn't notice when the Sun made space for the Moon. It wasn't the first kiss we shared. It wasn't the first time I was kissed in the night.

But there was a new feeling to that act. The passion we shared when he took off his shirt and the heat between our hearts when we were breaking our minds.

And I saw the light in his eyes. They weren't pale-but-still-blue anymore. They seemed like they were pure snow but his body was on fire.

The last touch of his lips burnt me and my love for another men.

From then, there was only one.

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People think

People think I’m not a nice person. When they meet me, all they see are black leather clothes and combat boots. Piercings and jewelery. They see a cross on my chest and don’t know that it’s a cross. They see my raven black hair and think I can’t be one of them.

My classmate once told me:

“When I met you, I didn’t think you are this kind of person”.

In their eyes I’m nothing but punk music and rebellion. I am loud and obnoxious because I speak to our teachers like I’m their equal. I talk to people noone likes and make effort so they are included in yearbook pictures and fun activities. 

Sometimes I am nothing but a stuffed animal my geography teacher allowed me to keep during summer and nothing but a ukulele I brought to play on breaks. 

I am nothing but strong opinions and “who’s going for a smoke with me?”. I am nothing but a person who knows history by heart and reads books in the dark.

Nothing but what I show to them.

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I know him

I know him, my best friend for just a little bit more than a year.

We met on a warm March day when we were just 16 and 17. He is older and takes care of me. I will forever be greatful for the day I met him. It was the best thing to happen to me.

Better than tea with lemon and honey and reading books in summer evenings. I love both those but the best thing was a pair of bright blue eyes looking up and down at me.

And I am sorry to the one I love. I am so sorry that you won't be the first choice in my heart. Because when my best friend fell in love and the girl didn't like how close we were, he chose me. Therefore I will always choose him as well.

People often tell me "Just a year doesn't make you best friends". They couldn't be more wrong. Just one touch of our skin and just one little chat between us and we fell in that beautiful kind of love.

And nothing will come between us.

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My mom taught me

My mom taught me that when I drop a cross I have to kiss it as to say how sorry I am to Jesus.

It's a nice thing to do. He died for us all. But then again she told me the same thing about bread.

"When you drop it, kiss it. You have to be greatful for food we put in our mouths."

Why shouldn't I kiss a person who drops on a cold ground and they are ashamed as if it didn't happen to thousands of people every day.

Why shouldn't I kiss my phone my parents bought me with money they have to work for every day.

Why shouldn't I kiss my loved one when we argue and we feel like the forgotten by everyone cross.

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I met a boy

I met a boy. With the most beautiful eyes and a smile, sweet as honey. He was just 2 years older and wiser when it came to work and cars. Becuase he loved cars and hated books. And I loved both engines and paper. 

He had a little scar going from under his nose through upper lip and everytime I saw his face I thought “It is so perfect. He doesn’t even know how perfect it is”. And it wasn’t gained in a fight nor an accident but simply that boy was so lucky he was born with his lip split and after it healed he got a scar in which I fell in love with. 

He would send me pictures of cars and steam tanks he was working with and I didn’t really understand how those worked but still I asked questions and listened to his letures on things I haven’t ever needed to know. 

The boy listened to me singing and playing on the guitar when we were talking in the middle of the night. The least I could do was learn to play his favourite song and he got ecstatic which I loved. A thing I did made that perfect boy happy.

One day he told me I was beautiful and gave me some kisses. He tasted of pure happines and something you could never catch unless it allowed you to be caught. I touched his soft hair and wanted to tell him how beautiful he was but instead I just grabed his chin and pulled him for another kiss.

Because I couldn’t find words to tell him about love.