i want to say this in the kindest way possible, but you are the woman on the train that makes every other woman have lesbian dreams at night. you are the gay awakening of so many women i promise. not only are you gorgeous (you are) but your eyes hold literal storms like what? the piercings and hair add instead of detracting. you have the vibe of mother nature and yet you could rail mother nature~ i wanna give you big hugs and forehead kisses an off-topic but your hair blends into the storm ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

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it's only a picture, but it's a relief to know that heaven exists. Моя гроза, Мои глаза кровоточат, потому что я не могу моргнуть, даже на секунду. Я не могу отвести взгляд. Я не могу их закрыть. so my eyes will water until i turn to stone as niobe did. Моя молния, Изгиб твоего горла подобен водопаду; кровь, слёзы и пот подошли бы тебе удивительно хорошо.

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i don't know your struggles or story, your preferences, the way you tick. i don't know your favorite color or food. i don't even know you, but I'm jealous of your favorite person. Мой ураган, Моя буря, В твоих глазах: галактики. i would be lucky to learn them, to learn you. anyone would, of course. but you deserve to have high tastes. the color of you is blue, but cherry red bursts behind my eyelids when i finally close my burning eyes.

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the red is anger at myself for folding, the need to know you, the anxiety of struggling through language to place you in a verbal box. i don't want you in a box. i don't want to possess any part of your mind. but you should know your ability to make girls' brains go foggy, if only so you don't cause a heart attack on accident. and when i try to snap out of it, Холодная, цвета барвинка вода захлёстывает мои чувства, и я снова тону, точно так же, как буду тонуть всегда.

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i would bear the mortification because who wouldn't drown to tell you that you would be cherished?

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now im gonna fuck off and clean my room because i got a new mattress and im excited

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