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I just don't want to want anyone in my life right now .😣

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things I want but will never ask for:

- you to text me first - blowing up my phone bc you miss me - forehead kisses - back rubs - hugs from behind - calling me “your girl” - sending me songs that make you think of me - playing with my hair while I fall asleep - “did you remember to…” texts - holding my hand all the time - morning sex - reassurance that you love me - dancing in the kitchen - late night talks about life - silly pictures - breakfast dates

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Fonte: @sspictt

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"I need you."

Such simple words, just three to say, yet so difficult to open the heart so the lips can voice them. Such vulnerability as naked skin knows nothing of and everything the heart.

e.v.e.

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✨you know you're getting older, when you need to take an ibuprofen 600 mg each morning to keep you going✨

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Just changed the sheets on my bed, so there’s my cardio for the week 🥵

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Incorrect AOT quotes

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the best version of myself is the one wearing a black turtleneck 

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why do i feel like i am so hard to love

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~ To the keen observer there lies a pattern in everything 🌙🌹

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#love

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Damn 🥺🥺🥺

TW: sexual assault

"You want to make out?" I know his name but not who he is. I say sure. He kisses me sloppily while we stand in the middle of the room. It's awkward. "No it's not" he says. I sit down. He does too, and kisses me again. Roughly. Not messy, but not clean. Its the same thing over and over again. No passion, no where to go. He slips his hands under my sweatshirt. They trespass on to my back, and explore my spine. I'm not wearing a bra. 'He's gonna touch my boobs.' He does. He gropes. He kneeds. Am I okay with this? Do I like it? No, but it's been done before. I pull away. "You smell good." "I mix my colognes." He boasts He begins to lift my shirt. A small rumble escapes from the pit of my stomach and bursts through my lips. "No! Please don't! Stop." He recedes. "They were a lot bigger than I thought." "...thanks." I feel vulgar. He reaches back into my hoodie and begins to grope my breasts again, this time to examine them. I feel like I'm getting a breast exam at the doctor's office. I don't make eye contact. He leaves I tell my friends about it; I joke. But as I say it aloud I realize it's not funny. I choose to keep acting like its funny. I like it better that way. I go to bed. I try to sleep. I can't because my sweatshirt reeks of cologne.