Late-night confessions #2
The slow burn of embarrassment.
Our eyes are the windows to our souls.
Get to know the me behind the screen #9
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when you think of a poem late at night dressed in nothing but a bandana in the middle of winter with no heating... and it ends up being pretty blissful...
DO NOT BE THE PERSON THAT YOUR NOT... IF PEOPLE DON'T WANT YOU ARE YOU...IT'S NOT YOUR LOSS IT'S THEIRS... :)
Shyly yet confident she said, On a wednesday, tell me you love me
are you in love with them? or are you not?
What does lust feel like?