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@jeanisalunatic Felt

My curse is I see absurdity in everything.

you and those fucking eyes

And for the lady, a quiet pocket of existence for as long as she needs?

if i’m being completely honest, i’m not afraid of the damage

peace is the gathering of pieces into something whole

Being crazy and weird together kind of love.

little acts of madness

I gaze up into his eyes. I can never remember what color they are. Brown, right? I never spend much time looking into them. What I do remember are the hard laugh lines carved into the outer corners of his eyes. Those lines belong to a man that knows pleasure. He’s charismatic, charming, fast talking. It’s why I end up in his bed over and over again. He catches me staring. “What?” His voice sounds happily exhausted. I shake my head and move my gaze to my finger tracing the bottom edge of his neck tattoo down to his chest. The longer I know him, the more his body fills up with ink. He’s thinner now- body and hair. Still fucking cute as hell. He’s also still smoking. Cigarettes to vapes, back to cigarettes. He’s always tasted like cigarettes, but I don’t mind. They’re his addiction, and he’s mine. I love the way we fit. We talk about the day, work, and family. Catch up like old friends and then fuck like newlyweds. It’s a predictable routine, but it’s never fake. We go through the motions, but never emotionless. Somehow he’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had, and we’re not even together. Just a junkie with her drug, and a heartbreaker with his savior.

@ghostcatting I get where you’re coming from… but no. 😂

Just a reminder that O Brother Where Art Thou was a masterpiece. open.spotify.com/track/31AkH0lX…

The things we lost in the fire return to the sky.

Some days, you don’t have the words for anyone because you’re too busy dealing with the words within yourself taking you apart peace/piece by piece/peace

@Steal_MySoul Does it help to think of it as Homer’s Odyssey while also celebrating the music and heritage of the American south?

@ghostcatting I hated it. 😂

carrying you through puddles in the rain

a very graphic nature

drowning in the deep end of you

choke, full of his whimsy

The world doesn’t know what it wants. Be who you are.

think about her until she can’t concentrate