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I guess I’m scared that if we stop talking like we normally do you’ll just realize that you actually prefer the distance and think that I was a waste of time to begin with.
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rashadsays replied to your post: Why is it so hard to find people that don’t text…
stop fuckin with aint shit niggas and bitches
The only solution.
Why is it so hard to find people that don’t text when they’re in accompany of someone else?
The pangs of anticipation that come from patience, mixed with distance; all these poisons that would rot me otherwise, give my cup of tea the sugary aftertaste when I trace my tongue around my mouth after a careful sip. You’re that one sparkle in the sky, the fairest side of the moon—the cleanest blade of grass and the rarest of stones. To have been found in the most despicable time of despair, your very existence was the hand that lifted my chin and whispered, look up.
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Something that you love with all your heart, something that you truly felt was the only thing that was good about life, and something that you genuinely believed to have needed otherwise lost without. Isn’t it scary to think that this very thing that you held to dear and near is the only thing that makes you unhappy? Joy or sorrow; you can’t have one without the other. But without either one means being completely apathetic. It’s worth it, right?
and don’t forget,
I’d mutter,
I miss the way
your skin
welcomed my
fingers;
language
that transcended
my lips,
it all grew
from a
single
sigh.
