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in the way that I see love created, through television, books, fan fiction, I crave something different. I find myself wanting not teenage love, holding hands and cute kisses, they make me gag. I find myself wanting the dirt grime and filth that no one talks about. I want to yell and scream, gnash my teeth, and bare my soul. I want to gasp, shudder, gulp, hate you and make up. I don't want cute, and I don't want to be coddled. I want to be challenged and I want angry tears and stupid harsh kisses. I want to know that you are more than nike elite socks white tshirts and stupid smirks. I want to be more than a teenage girl in a sweater and boots. I want the ***** harsh, awful love that people look down on. I don't want Prince Charming's love, I want Heathcliff's passion, I want to feel our passion and our love. but I don't want presents and flowers. I want intelligence and arguments. I want hands and skin, sweat and scratches. I want your passion, your words and your gazes.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
toxic love
in the way that I see love created, through television, books, fan fiction, I crave something different. I find myself wanting not teenage love, holding hands and cute kisses, they make me gag. I find myself wanting the dirt grime and filth that no one talks about. I want to yell and scream, gnash my teeth, and bare my soul. I want to gasp, shudder, gulp, hate you and make up. I don't want cute, and I don't want to be coddled. I want to be challenged and I want angry tears and stupid harsh kisses. I want to know that you are more than nike elite socks white tshirts and stupid smirks. I want to be more than a teenage girl in a sweater and boots. I want the ***** harsh, awful love that people look down on. I don't want Prince Charming's love, I want Heathcliff's passion, I want to feel our passion and our love. but I don't want presents and flowers. I want intelligence and arguments. I want hands and skin, sweat and scratches. I want your passion, your words and your gazes.
I really have no idea where this came from. I'm feeling dark and ****** However I feel the need to make it clear that I don't actually want a Heathcliff, he was ****** up.
dearestdarling
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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