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10806.) To my straight friends: It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s not that I don’t like hanging out with you. It’s not that I’m some kind of mute. None of that is true. It’s the fact that I don’t fit in with you. It’s the fact that I can’t laugh and giggle and enjoy dating, that I can’t experience men like you do. And it kills me.
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Eyes
Jawline
Creepy?
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Take a Bow- Leona Lewis
10814.) I love the way you hold my neck when we kiss, and how my hand falls over your heart.
One of my favorite hobbies is missing people who can’t hurt me anymore. All you ever remember are the good parts.
She twists her hands
Those hands that hold life
And Creation
She twists and folds
Her hands
To paint the skies
Fingers like snakes
She sketches the seas
Nails like chisles
She carves out gorges
And canyons
And craters
She twists her hands
Those hands that hold life
And Creation,
Creation and spirit
