potentially lovely, perpetually human.: Archive

I choose to feel good.

Apr 29th

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Spooning is the best.

That is all.

Apr 22nd

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Apr 22nd

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Apr 22nd

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Apr 18th

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"449" by Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining room — He questioned softly “Why I failed?” “For Beauty,” I replied — “And I — for Truth — Themself are One — We Brethren, are,” He said — And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night — We talked between the Rooms — Until the Moss had reached our lips — And covered up — our names —

Apr 18th

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Apr 18th

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"339" by Emily Dickinson

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe— The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death— Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung.

Apr 18th

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I love when you cup my head in your big warm hands and kiss me on the cheek and on the forehead. It’s such a soft, familiar action.

Apr 18th

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