| "To love is to be vulnerable." -- CS Lewis. |


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Forehead caked with oil and grime hair like hanks of lank soiled rope repulsive self how you daily betray me and laugh as you dance in my wretched hope
One flash without time of burning sunlight a beam that lances through prison bars oh fill me and break me and scatter my pieces I'll gather them up in forgotten jars
Build me a life of 'never's and 'maybe's plant me a garden of la

| i take my life with care, passion & empathy, my tea with honey and dark chocolate on the side, my bookshelf with comic books as well as shakespeare, and my music varied and in excessive amounts. i am in love with a saviour who loves like a hurricane and bleeds truth like a bruised rose bouquet. he romances me every day. (the most beautiful person to have ever happened to me). i scribble sentiments all over my wall, myself, and my homework; i used to draw on myself so much my friends would be worried about ink poisoning. i speak in random accents, according to mood and situation. i listen intensely and i love recklessly. i also have an invisible cat, felix felicitas, and an inexorable gravitation towards key lime pie. |
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For Him. [link]
We need that photo date soon.
Yes! WHENWHERE.
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___this carpenter
smells of juniper and redemption,
and i am falling fast.___
i write on my walls and myself
you are who you are and your not afraid to say so
I'm very glad to meet you. (:
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___this carpenter
smells of juniper and redemption,
and i am falling fast.___
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