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whatweseeisnottwhoweare:

I want to be that
Quirky librarian
Instilled in the mind of a literature lover
From when she was a little girl
combing the shelves for her next escape
But now she combs her hair and stares into mirrors
Instead of shelves of books
Her eyes aren’t the part of her body that takes in her…

— 1 week ago with 2 notes
My boyfriend hates when I steal selfies and he’s looking rachet

My boyfriend hates when I steal selfies and he’s looking rachet

— 1 week ago
#cute  #boyfriend  #couples  #snuggles  #cuddle  #tattoos  #bodymodification  #bodmods  #sex  #blondes  #fff  #follow 

He tells me
I’m beautiful
before he even opens his eyes
in the morning,
picks me flowers
at the park
That’s not all he does there

Who knew
The devil
Could be
So sweet
And beautiful

A travelled soul
Woven in wandering
Soles well worn
I think
To the
bone

The boy with something about him

So many things about him
How can my eyes overlook


The freckles
below his eyes and on his shoulders
The track marks on the
Insides of his arms
The smile that
Is slowly changing my world


The rebellion he reeks
The way he kisses
My neck


This homeless junkie
Has a presence
That over powers
Everything

Why did the universe put you in my path? What all will you teach me ?

What am I supposed to learn from you

The most beautiful boy
I think that
I’ve ever seen
And it’s not just the way
That he looks
It’s every single thing about him
The broken
The fucked up

But the way you can see
Every curve in this spine
Every rib through his back
That you want to count the freckles on
The jungle of hair
I think he hides behind
The symmetry of his
Tattooed face
The curve of his lips
When they twist into that
World altering grin
The pale skin
My body
My fingers
I
Am magnetized


But he says he doesn’t know
How to handle
When pretty things stare back at him
I can’t
Believe
He was talking
To me

— 1 week ago with 2 notes
#poetry  #free verse  #writing  #love  #sex 

He tells me
I’m beautiful
before he even opens his eyes
in the morning,
picks me flowers
at the park
That’s not all he does there

Who knew
The devil
Could be
So sweet
And beautiful

A travelled soul
Woven in wandering
Soles well worn
I think
To the
bone

The boy with something about him

So many things about him
How can my eyes overlook


The freckles
below his eyes and on his shoulders
The track marks on the
Insides of his arms
The smile that
Is slowly changing my world


The rebellion he reeks
The way he kisses
My neck


This homeless junkie
Has a presence
That over powers
Everything

Why did the universe put you in my path? What all will you teach me ?

What am I supposed to learn from you

The most beautiful boy
I think that
I’ve ever seen
And it’s not just the way
That he looks
It’s every single thing about him
The broken
The fucked up

But the way you can see
Every curve in this spine
Every rib through his back
That you want to count the freckles on
The jungle of hair
I think he hides behind
The symmetry of his
Tattooed face
The curve of his lips
When they twist into that
World altering grin
The pale skin
My body
My fingers
I
Am magnetized


But he says he doesn’t know
How to handle
When pretty things stare back at him
I can’t
Believe
He was talking
To me

— 1 week ago