Valentina Thompson.

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  • fun first date ideas: overthrow ur government w/ the bae
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ejacutastic:

kill the imposter

ejacutastic:

kill the imposter

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All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas (via girlanus)
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This is the kind of love poem
that cleans my name from between your thighs—
only to lay it back into your mouth gentle, and inviting, so that I might just hear the sound of me from you again soon. Maybe broken, maybe croaked and vulnerable in the quiver of your descent but if I didn’t crack something inside of you between these sheets tonight then clearly I’m not finished yet. I’d like to say that this – this is all rust, all familiar, all been-there-before and stained-worn over time; but tell me, does it scare you as much as me to say that all I see when I see you is rain? Sky, and rain, and rain. All fresh; all foundation, nothing but tender against my cheek despite the cold. This, this isn’t a love poem that gets dirty, but one that instead stands with bare feet in the clinging mud after your dark, lust storm and says I’d love you so hard you’d grow from it. I am transparent for you, all sweaty palms and unlocked knees.

This isn’t the kind of love poem that knows temporary, this isn’t the type of love poem that takes you once and dresses itself up again in the pre-dawn light; this is take me home to your parents and make love to me from across the room over childhood pictures; this is set our past, our broken on fire and slow-dance upon the ashes; this is: if my heart’s more resistant than my core when it comes to letting you inside of me, knock the door down, break the glass in—I dare you, make a mess of me.

"This is the Only Love Poem I Know" -valentina thompson (via theseoverusedwords)

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