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Tease the fuck out of me.
Pin me down and gently drag your lips and fingertips all over my skin. Put your mouth on my neck and use your teeth to send chills down my spine. Climb on top of me. Look deep into my eyes. Press that cunning smile against my wanting lips. Bite my lip. Make my whimper. Pull my hair. Help me let out some sweet little moans for you. Whisper in my ear everything you could do to me, everything you want to do to me…then don’t. Make me want it. Make my body beg for it.
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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me: they hurt me!! I’m gonna be distant! that’ll show them!
them: hey
me: hey 💘💓💖💕💓💞💕💗💝💓💞💝💘💕💕💖💗💘💕💞💘💘💖💗💘💞💕💞💞💕💘💕💖💗💖💕💞💞💖💖💗💖💘💞💫
I love people who teach me something new. Expand my mind. Talk to me about the universe. Share your dreams with me. Take me on a mental trip.
Non mi sono mai sentita veramente voluta da nessuno, piuttosto un rimpiazzo o un semplice passatempo. E questo mi ha fatta sentire terribilmente sbagliata.
Ho sempre dubitato di chi mi ha rivolto parole apparentemente dolci e sincere, così come le promesse.
Questo perché nessuno ha mai lottato veramente per me. Nessuno ha mai apprezzato quella parte di me un po’ fragile e dolce, sensibile. Nessuno si è mai interessato veramente a me.
Nessuno. Nessuno mai.
Mom: why don't you ask someone to go with you?
Me: yes let me ask all of the friends that I don't have
Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It’s on my sleeve
My skin will scream reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I’m driving
There’s no hiding for me
I’m forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat i love this song😍💓
shawnsmercy
