A Little Bit of Nothing

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" - Maya Angelou

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i watched her read my mind,
but her lips were
moving;
reading her lips,
my mind was
moved.
she’d taken the time
to understand;
she proved.
so,
i kissed her
lips
—gave her my heart—
and took her
hand.

1000 sunz

*im on vacation, without internet access… but… i was just able to connect for a few minutes via a computer.

(via 1000-sunz)

(via quietobservation)

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Complicated

shapeswemake:

http://theneweryork.com/complicated-chelsea-coreen/

Last night you dreamed about kissing him. Not him kissing you, like sometimes how he would lay on top of you and slobber all over your face. Not like the night he held your wrists down, nothing traumatic like that. It was a real kiss that made you feel something in your stomach.”

Continue reading this staggering, breathtaking essay by Chelsea Coreen. (Trigger warning: date rape).

I cannot explain how much this speaks to me

  • 23rd July
    2014
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I was behind her, against her, moving in her with firm rhythm, taking her. She was mine. Then I breathed the words into her neck and she did something, I don’t know what. Maybe she spread her legs slightly wider, or altered the angle of her hips, but through some feminine magic my cock was suddenly deeper, a fraction of an inch that felt like infinity. I held myself there. I was perfect and I was home and the world could have ended at that moment.
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