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The intimacy By @sostkilo on twitter
Atleast it is for me. Pure love. Call me delusional.
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My love died in the poison blue of spring. The flowers were all a polluted blue in my dreams, and you have been dead for so long that to tell you is meaningless.
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This comforts my soul from the fear of the unknown and the questions I can't seem to let go always asking myself the moment I open my eyes in the morning. Nothing time can't make sense of.....I think.
This looks like it doesn't make sense but it does believe me
I don't know why I bend and reshape myself to fit into people's idea of what I should be and what their mood looks like that I have lost myself in the process. I doubt I will ever forgive myself for it.
Now this is some pure passion. This speaks awareness. This speaks truth. This is the fucking reality!!!!!!!!
Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it’s shameful or immodest but because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to look at something that determines me so completely.
And the marathon continues of me stealing photos that feel like HOME
Credit @Hilenatafesse on Twitter and on facebook
Credit @Hilenatafesse on Twitter and on facebook
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Do people even say the marathon continues for this kind of situation? I think everyone is used to my dumbness at this point