You are the kind of human wreckage I adore

Jan 06, 2011 22:58

Again, we shyly reach for eachother. We are quiet confessions, hesitent texts. She offers that we see eachother, but don't speak. I chew a hole in my cheek to keep my longing to myself. I am terrified. I can barely think past how much I need to see her face. Her rainy, quiet eyes ( Read more... )

rain, borderline, hope, her, fear

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skinnybitch09 January 9 2011, 04:08:40 UTC
You are an absolutely amazing writer. I'm sure you've heard this before.

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byronicromance January 9 2011, 10:05:01 UTC
Thank you, ma'am. Friended you so you can read more if you'd like. :)

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