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i’m not asking anyone to understand how i love his chubby stomach or the way his hair sticks up all over the place and feels rough against my fingertips how i love the way he talks and talks without taking a single breath how i love when he laughs and his eyes squint together and the noise reverberates around the room and i’m not sure i even understand it, how he loves me in the room women come and go talking of michelangelo but no sculpture could come anywhere close to epitomizing him
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
michelangelo
i’m not asking anyone to understand how i love his chubby stomach or the way his hair sticks up all over the place and feels rough against my fingertips how i love the way he talks and talks without taking a single breath how i love when he laughs and his eyes squint together and the noise reverberates around the room and i’m not sure i even understand it, how he loves me in the room women come and go talking of michelangelo but no sculpture could come anywhere close to epitomizing him
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
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