Holding his hand is different. It’s not the same as any one else. It doesn’t matter if my hand is wet & clammy. He just spreads my fingers and rubs me with his thumb.
& it’s just an odd connection that I cannot explain. but i love it. it’s chill, but it makes me smile.
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The flowers me & my mom planted are really going nicely (:
nice to know something i’ve been doing is progressing.
KiD CuDi - Man on the Moon (the Anthem)
They can’t comprehend, for even come close to understanding him.
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This time, last year.
I miss my old friends. & my old house. & my ex boyfriend. and how things were.
I hate growing up.
Lately I have not lost need to constantly eat for a fucking minute.
Also sleeping. I want to sleep everywhere. all the time.
I think im going throuhg that growth spert we leaned about in Sex ed last year.
But I also read online that the color Red sparks apetite. My room is pink.. i wonder if that still applies.
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Kinky, Playful, Sennsual. I love hooking to with him.
It’s ther perfect combo everytime.
@joseph
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We’ll always be flower children. Forever. It doesn’t end with the 60’s generation - it goes on.
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