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walking with wedges always seems like the best, until you’re walking home at seven in the morning. i still taste cold pizza and the pina colada hookah. i waited for you to breathe me in like the vapors, youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i used to think i was the period in every sentence, but you’re the comma and i’m the semi colon, we’re never ending, sticking between awkward phrases and short cut sentences. he never sunk his teeth so deep, and i am so bruised i think my bones are bleeding. youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i did not feel alive until five in the morning, when all i could feel were his fingers digging in my cells, searching for everything i thought i could never become. i never felt this alive in his arms, and now i see all he did was pull the blindfold until i saw inky blackness, pushed the pillow in my mouth as i continue to cough up chunks. let me run through the soggy leaves, breathing in the crisp air until i collapse. youth has never tasted so ******* beautiful, love
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
we're only young once
walking with wedges always seems like the best, until you’re walking home at seven in the morning. i still taste cold pizza and the pina colada hookah. i waited for you to breathe me in like the vapors, youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i used to think i was the period in every sentence, but you’re the comma and i’m the semi colon, we’re never ending, sticking between awkward phrases and short cut sentences. he never sunk his teeth so deep, and i am so bruised i think my bones are bleeding. youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i did not feel alive until five in the morning, when all i could feel were his fingers digging in my cells, searching for everything i thought i could never become. i never felt this alive in his arms, and now i see all he did was pull the blindfold until i saw inky blackness, pushed the pillow in my mouth as i continue to cough up chunks. let me run through the soggy leaves, breathing in the crisp air until i collapse. youth has never tasted so ******* beautiful, love
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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