Jul 16
Sleeping alone because someone doesnât know how to teleport to me.
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Sleeping alone because someone doesnât know how to teleport to me.
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Marx hibernation.
I sent him to a cave
Akıllı kedi tuvaletlerine bakıyordum Xiaomi'de. Hepsinde kamera olduÄunu gördĂŒm. Abi bu çok fazla deÄil mi ya? Her boka kamera koyalım, kedisi sıçarken bile fotosunu çekelim, sonra yanlıĆlıkla bizim de fotoÄraflarımızı çeksin. Gizlice bizi dinlesin iç çeksin, sonra kedinin osurmasıyla kendine gelsin.
Yalnızsanız, yalnız olduÄunuzdan emin olun!
Ve sen! Sen lanet Ćarkı. Her Ćeyin sorumlusu sensin.
8.
The moon is set. And the Pleiades.
Itâs the middle of the night.
Time passes.
But I sleep alone.
Sappho, âSapphic Fragmentsâ. (Translated by Julie Dubnoff)
My sexual orientation is anyone who can kill me and my preference is those who absolutely would
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I'd be lying awake . . . the emptiness on his side of the bed a rebuke.
Jessica Gross, from Open Wide
It seems so cheap
This life we work so hard to preserve
So cheap
Three drinks and my acing soul
Is just wanting arms wrapped around
I hate how life becomes one dimensional
When alcohol takes over my synapses
How human I become
How instinctual
My needs are a warm chest to soak up my tears
A good fuck to help ground me
And a night of close embrace and lips finding lips
And desire sparking all over again
I'd call in sick for that
And lazy morning pancakes
With so much more skin to skin
Alcohol makes me carnal
Basic need coming to the forefront
Of my consciousness
I hate sleeping alone
When your situation sleeps over four nights in a row and now itâs hard to fall asleep without his skin touching yoursâŠ