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ariadne
I am the stardust that never made it home. / Bicurious, romantic and passionate.
We're becoming silhouettes in the hands of this moon. Watch the dance of the stars and we'll stay the night making some sort of lovesong with touching skin with skin and moaning loudly about ecstasy
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
Silhouettes
You can't hold the short arm of the clock and call it yesterday.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
Inevitable
Lin-Manuel Miranda got up on the stage and said love is love is love is love is love is love. and I kept my hand on my chest and told you that I loved you more than the sea loves the shore. I will become a moon in the hands of all this desire; and you keep trying to be the sun.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
Love is love
Gay. Lesbian, Bi. Love is Love. Girl, Girl. Boy, Boy. Not liking the opposite *** Like or loving the same *** Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Intersex, Asexual Community. You are not unnatural or weird. Coming out of the closet. Being who you are. Pride within yourself. Loving Yourself. Gay. Straight. Girl, Boy. Love is Love. Male, Female. Male, Female. Not liking the same *** Liking or loving the opposite *** Being seen as normal in today’s society. You’re not any different than gays. Not coming out to anyone. Being who you are. Pride within yourself. Loving yourself. Straight.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Same but Opposite
I find stories between the valleys of her thighs, and I know that maybe sometimes my mother thinks I'm burning in hell or going to. But how can I tell her this, that I've found more softness and a heaven of my own here, in the midst of her skin, and maybe, just maybe let me lie here until I go to my eventual hell.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Thighs
Touch me because I'm starting to think that the gasoline I poured onto myself has lost its potency. Touch me because maybe I'll light up like the sky you never said you wanted. Or maybe You'll touch my wet skin and think she's already drowned. And leave.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Evermore