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I'm obsessed with other people's hands because they're beautiful and maybe it's because mine aren't. It's the same way that I look at other girls' legs and noses and teeth and shoulders and spines and fingernails. It's the same way that I watch sunsets and snow and starlight and street lamps and fireflies and clouds and storms. it's the same way I love you.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
Are and Aren't
I'm obsessed with other people's hands because they're beautiful and maybe it's because mine aren't. It's the same way that I look at other girls' legs and noses and teeth and shoulders and spines and fingernails. It's the same way that I watch sunsets and snow and starlight and street lamps and fireflies and clouds and storms. it's the same way I love you.
jessica-matyas
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
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