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i hope that the universe will give you all the good and genuine things you deserve.
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I don't understand this pain that's beneath my skin and hugs my crippled heart. The only touch I've ever felt apart from me. It comforts my loneliness and whisper mean things when I'm fine. Am I the reason for my own hurt? Will I grow out of it? Or will it become who I am? Who am I?
The first place where he ever kissed me was my temple. More than the actual kisses we had, he preferred kissing my temple over them all. Every day I saw him, every hour I spent with him,it was etched in my memory, on my temple.
He used to say, "The only place where I worship is at your temple. That is where I find my God."I had laughed, convinced he was trying to appease my poetic side. When I looked over, I'd seen his deep brown hues dilate, with such depth I was lost in them for a moment. My eyes watered and I felt the lump in the back of my throat. I had never been loved like this before. No man I had ever loved was this kind. But then, he was always the exception.
Believe Me
Believe me when I say,
I truly hate them all,
Some days.
I try to cope,
And keep up hope,
To keep myself from just saying nope.
Stop.
Believe me as Iβve,
Told you my whole life.
That Iβm the one,
Whoβs having a hard time.
Believe me.
Please do.
Stop me.
Before the truth,
Comes out.
And you all wish,
You knew,
Before I blew.
Believe me,
I want to live too.
His Neck
The skin looked so smooth
So soft
I wanted to bite it
I wanted to touch it
To feel it
With my hands and my teeth
I wanted to be trusted
With such a delicate part of a person
And I want to bruise it a little
So graceful and beautiful
And maybe heβd return the favor
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#OTD in 1876 β The Society for the Preservation of the Irish Language is formed in Dublin.
βIn order to de-Anglicize ourselves, we must at once arrest the decay of the language. We must bring pressure upon our politicians not to snuff it out by their racist discouragement merely because they do not themselves understand it. We must arouse some spark of patriotic inspiration among the peasantry who still use the language, and put an end to that shameful state of feeling β aβ¦
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"When I wear his shirt, it feels like his skin over mine And the little holes and tears and shreds on it are the The memories of the past that I wasn't there for, but, that somehow I feel like I understand more when it's against my skin It's an armor, like a barrier from the world Like, our secret nobody else knows and I like that, you know? It makes me feel like a woman, it makes me feel sexy It makes me feel, it makes me feel like I'm his"
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