May 2013
Just finished eating my salmon for breakfast… and my juicer came in yesterday. So God please shower me with a long wave of consistency.
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Que Lo Wat: Quick And Bitter →
quelowat:
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love of your body which came between them. And when I entered into you it seemed then that great happiness could be measured with…
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Follow that or add me... W/e you call it →
April 2013
I wish I never lost your number. it was a special place in my old phone. even when we didn’t call or text i’d glance at your name. it read well. the feeling of something good between friends never goes away. I’ve gotten other diaries since you, many only compositional and two that talk back. but there is no replacing you, I trust you know that.
“The curse of true love never did run smooth”
– William Shakespeare (via purpleferdinand)
Nuccas are using Turn Up for everything… “this sandwich…” “this party…” ” you make my pussy…” EVERYTHING TUN UP. I’ve heard it all.
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incogniri:
somewhere out in this world there is a special awesome someone who dreams of being with someone like me and i’m just holding on to the hope that life will bring us together in time.
party dun.
How did i get so bitter and so fast?
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I’m taking back my heart.
I suppose these feelings weren’t mine to give. Sharing a self recently untamed.
Sharing a love much too unconditional for your conditionals. Magnetized by your lust. Truely opposites, we atracked.
Fuck you, forevermore.
I should have learned this in 2011…
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