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i’d much prefer whiskey to tequila.

iamthehuntress:

I need a boy
who tastes like tequila, 
who can take away my
troubles with a kiss;

I need a boy,
a disposable boy,
who smells like
cigarettes;

I need a boy
who I can say good-bye to
with no pain and no regrets. 

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my main man marshall.

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alone with my thoughts.  alone in my bed built for three.  i can’t sleep without a fan & the fan seems to steal all of the saliva from my mouth.  i wake up dry & desperate for water.  i wake up alone & somehow feel whole.  the year has two months that begin with a’s & i spent the entire time between them hoping he’d come back.  not the four months.  i wish.  the eight.  feeling whole feels hopeful.  feeling hopeful feels refreshing.  alone with myself.  content with myself.  astonished at who i let myself become & grateful that i recognize how pointless it was.  some people give & give & give & some people take & take & take.  some people have hearts & some people do not.  lesson learned.  knowledge gained.  that’s what life’s all about anyway right?  for eight months i felt alone & i couldn’t smile.  now i am alone & i can’t frown.

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