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the doctor said i have to be pet 3 times a day

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Oh to be yearned for

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fake idgafer, i saw you yearning

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i am the sweetest girl to ever exist but unfortunately i’m also evil

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how can i be so delusional but so logical at the same time. duality.

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Just wanna wake up to the love of my life and hot morning sex and then go to a farmers market and buy fresh fruit and flowers and give them tongue kisses that taste like strawberries 😩

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Weed strain called I love you and miss you

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built different (too sensitive to survive)

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hey, can we talk for a second? it’s about your girlfriend. yeah, she’s great. no, yeah, I agree. It’s just that… she seems really devoted to you? Like really devoted. Almost as if you were the sole, fragile line mooring her to the shores of humanity. No, that’s not romant—ugh. Listen. Me and the girls, we’re worried you might be the last good thing to happen to her and that were some tragedy to inevitably befall you, she would tear the gods from their thrones and dye the infinite western seas wine-dark with their ichor. Do you think you could introduce her to a new hobby or something? we don’t want to have to argue over what color “wine-dark” is supposed to be

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What's the point if you're not atleast a little bit slutty

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There is a very particular sense of yearning when it comes to the love I share with you.

A feeling so all-consuming that I can’t help but find your eyes in crowded rooms, the way low lighting can’t stop the glint of your amused smirk from permeating the very breadth of my being

It’s the way you close your eyes as I trace the stubble on your cheek with the backs of my fingers; the way your breath feels on the back of my neck when you drowsily pull me closer

I can feel it swelling in my chest with every knowing glance, every time you tilt my chin up so I have to look at you; every time you strike that spot again and again when we duel, our blades dancing around each other like extensions of our selves, of that pull, of that want we feel when we wish to be intertwined ourselves

Your hand slides down as you grip my thigh in the car, and you laugh about something I’ve said, and suddenly my mind slips away, remembering the feel of when your hands moved in reverse, and dug into me — holding me still while you growl my name, and yours becomes the only word still left in my mind. And I think about the way those bruises sink into my skin, practically tattooing my soul with a special kind of ache that only you can relieve. But you squeeze my thigh once more, and I return, to turn and run my fingers through your hair as the conversation continues.

The way I love you feels like the sharp tug of being ripped into a strong current, with the roaring of water rushing past my ears; but it’s also the freedom of floating in the rift between this world and something more; it’s the way silence doesn’t feel so lonely when you’re meandering through the trees of a serene forest alone. It’s something so much bigger than the capacity of thought that words couldn’t even attempt to fill the inexplicable way that I love you.

Love like ours, like something you’d read out of a fantasy novel that seems so out of reach

There isn’t a feeling like looking at you, and not even noticing as the rest of the world slips away. I think the only thing that comes even remotely close is enjoying my time alone, but realizing that the only way it could be perfect would be with you beside me

Sometimes, I can feel when the little parts of me that take a lot of maintenance break down. I can feel the toll it takes from me in the depths of my very bones. But I also feel your head leaning against mine, and I feel the way your voice gets soft. I can feel the kiss of ghostly hands between the lines of my rib cage to help ease this feeling in my chest, placating it, before it settles once again.

I used to think, years ago, that love was what completed someone. Two halves, one whole. Then I used to think that the way I wished to be loved was too big for one person. I wished to be alone, for I could love myself more than anyone else ever could; if someone wanted to love me, they’d have to love me more than I loved myself. Now I find that love is complimentary, not competitive.

And what more of a compliment could I give to love, than to show love that I found you?

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“You need someone that loves your soul more than your body”

— Unknown

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Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

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when brennan lee mulligan said “everyone you love will find someone that matters more to them than you” and when sleep token said “i might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody” and “i reach for you on faith alone and i’ll be full of the love you want no matter what forevermore” and when lorde said “in my head i do everything right” and when phoebe bridgers said “and when broken bodies are washed ashore who am I to ask for more?” and when noah kahan said “i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something who am i to complain?” and when

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