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"Do not be fooled
into thinking
that being loved
and being fucked
are the same thing.
Their sweat on your
skin is not a promise.
They may touch you,
but that does not mean
they’ll stay."

Foolhardy | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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I have this unadulterated, sometimes seeming irreversible fear that the man I love and have been with for almost 2 years is the person I am meant to spend the rest of my life only in a world of delusion.
Doesn’t that hurt worse than a slap in the face; a fist to the gut?
I’ll wake up at 4 AM or be mid-conversation and something snaps, something shimmers away—it’s the feeling I suppose you would associate with a spell being broken—and I suddenly feel completely isolated in the world. My insides shade over grey with self hate: How could you let the façade continue this long, go this far? How could you waste your time? The snuggles and the pictures and the lyrics and the one-sided love notes and the curling of my gut as I waited too long for him to say he loved me and the tickle fights and the love making and the nicknames do not equate to what I am supposed to be looking for.
We seldom share similar interests. We were raised in contrast. He is often repulsed by the sparkle of my personality. We love each other’s bodies.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. What often feels like intense love may be an object of my imagination.



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"Spring," by Edna St. Vincent Millay


To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no…





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"Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong."

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"My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been

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"I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying.
Because I was born to be the other woman.
I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me."

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Ok, Ant?

Ok, Ant?

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