i really enjoyed reading this, esp The marks have faded but the problem is still underneath, digging you hollow from the inside. Ships are sinking in your empty stomach, one by one., that part just felt so tangible and raw and real *_*
in all honesty, im inclined to be more than a bit 'get out of my head?!' about this?
everything you've written thus far has been resonant and to a consistently intense degree at that, but in particular on this occasion i'm reeling because... i dunno, it's simultaneously baffling and brilliant when an author articulates an experience you'd long given up on expressing eloquently in words.
and what words at that, my goodness!
He moves in that way of beautifully ugly creatures, slow and unsure and defensive. You’ve never felt anything so good. He pushes you down, climbs over you and steals your breath. You wonder why you’re the one feeling like a thief.
The bruises don’t fade for three days.
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A crease in the pillow next to you is your only companion. You think you might be glad for it. Your memory is hazy, blinks and stutters of skin and lips.
you're afforded such a stark sense of the characters in each of the above instances. they each amount to such a complete experience in themselves. evoke vivid images and encourage
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would quote but i'd be flinging everything back at you, so. yeah. beautiful♥ i'm using the same adjectives over and over but it's only because i cannot express my love in more creative ways!! :D
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everything you've written thus far has been resonant and to a consistently intense degree at that, but in particular on this occasion i'm reeling because... i dunno, it's simultaneously baffling and brilliant when an author articulates an experience you'd long given up on expressing eloquently in words.
and what words at that, my goodness!
He moves in that way of beautifully ugly creatures, slow and unsure and defensive. You’ve never felt anything so good. He pushes you down, climbs over you and steals your breath. You wonder why you’re the one feeling like a thief.
The bruises don’t fade for three days.
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A crease in the pillow next to you is your only companion. You think you might be glad for it. Your memory is hazy, blinks and stutters of skin and lips.
you're afforded such a stark sense of the characters in each of the above instances. they each amount to such a complete experience in themselves. evoke vivid images and encourage ( ... )
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YOU CAN TOO WRITE PRETTY. I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO FUCK I LOVE YOU
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