I do not know how to tell you
what I am feeling.
You ask, and
my tongue strangles itself.
It chokes itself silent.
Under my heart,
there is a wellspring
of things I wish I could
tell you, and my tongue
is the cork stoppering
them up. It is the sentinel
warden at the gate, letting
none of the prisoners through.
I wish I could drive a spile
under my ribs
and let it all pour out for you.
I FOUND A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO MAKE DILDO POPSICLES IM LEGITIMATELy DYING OF LAUGHTER RN
i’m done.
Yup
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draw things on my back with your finger so i can fall asleep/ in love with you
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The thing about people with crazy ex girlfriends is that they make you feel special because they tell you all the ways that you’re superior to their crazy ex girlfriends. “She liked Taylor Swift,” they’ll say, and then they’ll say, “I’m so glad you’re not the kind of person…
