January 2011
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beautiful lyrics
goodwillcunting:
Now there is no competition Boy, I’m a fucking magician (Abracadabra) Now where’d your pants go? Boy, I’ve been sipping on juice And this and now I’m stuck on you Turn around, stick it out and shake that ass Slow it down You’re moving too fast My fingers keep slipping When I’m trying grab that ass I’m trying grab that ass I’m trying grab that ass My fingers keep...
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gunvocabulary asked: Thank you.
I enjoy your writing, as well.
I enjoy your writing, as well.
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Duckie is sleeping in the cat bed. This is a rare and joyful occurrence. So joyful that I wish I could share it with the world of cat enthusiasts, but instead I have tumblr- same thing.
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If you are ever bored, and want some light... →
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These hands.
What if I had no hands, no hands to touch you with? No hands to lay against your neck as our lips touch, recede, touch again. No hands to grasp yours, in the cold, in the dark car, as our breath escapes white and misty into the night air. No hands to reach out across the bed, and put a hold on you, to hold and to pull you near to me, closer, ever so close. No hands to explore, to...
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I thought about staying up and pulling an all-nighter, but why would I want to subject myself to awake-ness and feeling like this? So worthless, such a waste of time. So many actions have come together to create this monster that is me now. This creature who has no worth. And yet, you exist, and you give me worth, and love, and hope for a better me. I ramble on, and you will never read these...
Listening to Dave Matthews, and crying. Crash into...
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He asks me, “Baby, can I tell you something?” Tell me anything. “I love your eyes. I love your nose. I love your face. And your hair, it is perfect.” No, it’s not. “You are perfect.” No, I am not. “You are. I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” Well, yes, I am your...
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Really amazing sex
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All night I have slept with you next to the sea, on the island. Wild and sweet you were between pleasure an d sleep, between fire and water. Perhaps very late our dreams joined at the top or at the bottom, Up above like branches moved by a common wind, down below like red roots that touch. Perhaps your dream drifted from mine and through the dark sea was seeking me as before, when you did not...
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Spin Magazine!
I’ve gotten about as much homework as I can bear to complete finished today. The boy is still asleep in my bed, and I don’t want to wake him, but I also don’t want to go downstairs- my mother and I have had a fight, this morning. What to do, what to do?
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He tells me I look like a baby lion when I yawn,...
Anonymous asked: Miss you, friend.
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Don't hate me 'cuz I'm beautiful.
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