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be·queath
/bəˈkwēT͟H,bəˈkwiTH/
verb
past tense: bequeathed; past participle: bequeathed
leave (a personal estate or one's body) to a person or other beneficiary by a will.
"he bequeathed his art collection to the town"
*decided this is the word of the day at a party drunk of tequila nd wine 😅
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I’m waiting on someone who I think this their first time out as femme, and imma give them the best experience ever.
Bad Timing
Why do I accept things as “bad timing”? Does it have to do with me at all or other people involved? I’m so quick to write things off as bad timing. The past two to three years have been bad timing. Is this a conscious choice I’m making to accept that things won’t and aren’t working out? When has the timing ever been right? Maybe I should stop accepting things as bad timing and instead just view them as wrong. There is no way for me to know if things will work out in the future. Acknowledging bad timing to me means that I’m holding onto hope that the time will one day be right. But I might not be.
There's something inherently disturbing to others about a girl alone in a bar, especially at night. It's like she's just asking to be saved. Begging for it. I mean, why else is she there? It has never occurred to them that she wants to be lost. Abandoned. That maybe she was abandoned. And being saved is exactly what she's afraid of.
E.A.P.
last drink
I cant help but remember... How happy it was to be someone's something Dependency - Aren’t I supposed to find it revolting?
Why do I crave it? That title that signifies my worthiness of love... Oh how I wish to spurn not desire your dove.
I slam down my fourth glass. My mind imagining a future with the stranger next to me... Porch or driveway? Would the kids want a canopy in the trees?
I feel a tap on the shoulder. His blue eyes shatter my illusions and drag me back to reality. "Are you okay?" he asks me. "Of course I am" I say. "Can I get the check please?"
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"Whiskey and tonic"; the new nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, whatever the fuck serum, for putting my ass to sleep. Suck it NyQuil.
bar thoughts
Screaming "fuck" at the top of your lungs in a crowded bar on a Wednesday night just for a laugh to keep from breaking down into tears.
bar thoughts
Sitting in a pit in fear of judgement and misleading locations we strive to be accepted. Bathing in places where the water scolds our skin and the air is moist with uncomfortable interactions my body shivers with anticipation of something new. With low expectation and poison sliding down my throat a crave for the right attention will never be filled. Though we still strive on in hope to cleanse ourselves of the loneliness we once felt.
