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KITTY

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Woah

"Unreturned"

I gave you stars I found in rain, And still you walked away. I whispered hope through every pain— You never asked me to stay.

You smiled like summer, warm and free, But never turned my way. I built a world where you and me Could meet, but you won't stray.

I loved you loud, then soft, then still, In silence, in despair. You never asked me how I feel— You never knew, or care.

My heart, a moth around your light, Just burns, and can't retreat. And though I lose myself each night, I don't admit defeat.

For love, when true, expects no prize, No echo, touch, or name. It lives in shadows, dreams, and sighs— Still love, though not the same.

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This is not a thirst account by any means and this is not what this post is supposed to be, but I would really like to highlight how far my physique has come. Honestly very proud of myself.

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We got da playlist going

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To love someone is quiet fire, A flicker first, then climbing higher. Not loud, but deep a steady glow, A warmth the colder winds don't know.

It's morning light through half-closed blinds, A peace that settles restless minds. It's reaching out with open hands, Not asking much, just where you stand.

To love someone is giving grace When silence lingers in their place, To hold their name like sacred thread, To speak it soft inside your head.

It's learning all their secret fears, And staying near through storm-wrought years. It's not the way the movies show It’s softer, stranger, more than glow.

It’s showing up though skies are gray, And choosing them, day after day. To love someone is not to own, But walk beside, though paths unknown.

It’s heartbreak held in gentler palms, And laughter wrapped in healing balms. To love someone is to be brave, To dive and never seek to save.

Just swim together, tide or calm, Through love that breaks, and builds, and balms.

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When a bear mauls someone, it understands your screams not as cries for mercy but instead the sound prey/an intruder makes when it’s injured. When a person violates another they know what they’re doing. They understand your pleading and begging but simply ignore it or take pleasure from it. They’re aware of your suffering, but continue out of a choice. The bear is acting on instinct, the person is acting on malice.

Some mfs are genuinely not human. I’d compare them to animals, but most of the time when an animal harms another it’s for survival. There is literally NO REASON to forcibly violate the innocence of another and tarnish the beauty that is physical desire other than being a monster. Killing someone? Maybe self defense. Stealing? Maybe you’re starving and desperate. SA/Harassment? There is literally no excuse or reason to justify it under any circumstance. All I have for these people is repulsion, contempt, and the inability to see anything resembling a person within them.

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“Could you write a poem about me?” Just grab me by the back of my hair and put my mouth on it atp

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A priest who uses their faith to support injustice does not preach to the faithful in a house of God, but rather to a crowd of hypocrites in an empty box.

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Some mfs are genuinely not human. I’d compare them to animals, but most of the time when an animal harms another it’s for survival. There is literally NO REASON to forcibly violate the innocence of another and tarnish the beauty that is physical desire other than being a monster. Killing someone? Maybe self defense. Stealing? Maybe you’re starving and desperate. SA/Harassment? There is literally no excuse or reason to justify it under any circumstance. All I have for these people is repulsion, contempt, and the inability to see anything resembling a person within them.

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forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex?...

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reblog to punch a nazi with all of your compressed forgotten childhood rage.

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Mistress of Troy

Does every mirror you look into turn to gold?

Do the waters of the raging sea calm to hold your reflection for but a moment?

Does the earth bloom with flowers wherever you step?

Does your skin smell of roses and your lips taste of honey?

How is it that one could make one worship at your altar, yet be able to turn them to stone in the same glance?

Does God regret his decision to allow his most perfect creature to exist in an imperfect world?

Does the prideful Light Bringer Lucifer humble himself in the presence of your majesty?

I’m afraid to look upon your naked form

For to behold your radiance

Would be to look into the depths of Creation

And be burned away by its cleansing fire.

Even in death you will remain pure

As no rot or bloat from the Reaper’s hand could corrupt divinity such as yours.

-G

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ngl if I click on your blog & the first sentence is see is “40yo male, dominant” I’m just blocking I don’t care anymore

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More of me

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Whispers of Mortality.

Yaghrib 2020.