Peanut Butter
Pocket Monster
13:27:14You are my untouchable, with miles of green and dirt between the head and foot of our bed. The lights are out to keep you with me. I cannot see that you are not here.13:27:14
Breathing in, breathing slower until our silent conversation turns to slumber. My eyes close before your story ends. Only ten minutes until you join me.
At two hours into tomorrow I wake to your soft sleeping murmur. I bury my nose and breathe your fading scent from an orange and white knit fish.
There is barely a glint of battery remaining. The chord twines around the wooden post
Cheshire?
PassionI like my music loud. I want to know the singer's soul And be imprinted by their passion. I want to jump and dance In mad expression and originality. I want to feel it wrap around And engulf me with its power. May it flood my ears and make me deaf That this forte be the last worthy thing I hear. I want the beat to match my heart And resonate so deep that we're one. I like my music loud.Passion
Summer Optimism ii
Adoration
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"we only accept the love we think we deserve"
~the perks of being a wallflower
"l-o-v-e's just another word i never learned to pronounce"
~3oh!3
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"we only accept the love we think we deserve"
~the perks of being a wallflower
"l-o-v-e's just another word i never learned to pronounce"
~3oh!3
I found this out
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"we only accept the love we think we deserve"
~the perks of being a wallflower
"l-o-v-e's just another word i never learned to pronounce"
~3oh!3
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