June 2011
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Sometimes I see him and I think that he might actually feel the same way about me that I do about him. Like there’s something in his eyes when he smiles, like maybe that only belongs to me. But then when I really look at him, and then look at myself, I realize that he could do so much better than me. Not because I am ugly or stupid or have a terrible personality, but because he is so lovely...
Love Sonnet XI →
misswallflower:
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for…
