Brown eyes are like the earth. Full of depth and warm from the suns blessings.
Who am I to say I am better than any man when I too wish to unearth the treasure beneath.
Below the surface.
Buried between your soul.
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The rain dripping from the sky forming the most wonderful melody as I sip tea and bleed onto paper
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sorry that its been a week since I’ve replied to your message. I was held captive by the 20 something urge to do both everything and nothing in life.
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
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Today on annotating Franz Kafka’s letters to Milena: This whole passage was beautiful and then… milk?
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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
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none of y’all care but they asked me out absgshhsggs💗😊
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going insane over the prospect of casual intimacy. like taking a bath together and sitting in between their legs while they wash your hair, press soft kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulders. just leaning your head back into the crook of their neck and relaxing as they hold you and trace lines across your skin.
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