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  • I know he thinks of me as much as I think of him. He knows we dreamed each other into life. And now, the dream is gone and I hate being awake.

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I won’t fall in love with him but..

He said he was praying for a girl like me.
He constantly wishes he met me sooner.
He wants to keep listening, but he’ll kiss me when he knows I need to shut up.
He has no ulterior motives. Everything is sincerely from the heart.
He tells me he misses me, and genuinely wonders about me when I’m gone.
He can’t help to compliment me, every thing he admires must be said.
He is my best friend now, but without the stupid rules and obligations.
He asks where I’ve been all his life.
And I ask the same.
But I won’t fall in love with him.

I’ll never fall in love with him but..

He kisses my lips like he’s been waiting to taste something sweet all day.
He holds my body so tight like I’m going to fall apart if he lets go.
He holds my hand and fiddles with my thumb like he’s trying to tell me something.
He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my chest, my everything like I’m the only thing his lips are allowed on.
He’s the only boy who will take a picture of me, because he wants to see me later, even though he lives next door.
He puts his hand behind his head and watches me on top of him, like I’m his favorite show he’s been patiently waiting to see all day.
He watches me walk across the room just to wait for the right moment to snatch me on his lap.
He calls me a nerd, but makes sure to call me cute afterwards.
He has to touch me at all times, and he loves watching me when he tickles all my spots.
He gives me pleasure through massages and caresses with me never having to ask.
He knows I’ll never be his, and treats me the way all the other boys won’t.
He appreciates me the way I appreciate myself.
He helps bring out the best in me, but brings out the rebel at the same time.
He knows he has no obligations to me, but he treats me like we’re in love.
He sees the world in such a similar light. Maybe because we have similar darkness, but approach the same light. Maybe because we have the same birthday.
He’s my favorite taste, my favorite voice, my favorite touch, my favorite scent.
He is the one I have been seeing in my dreams.
But I’ll never fall in love with him.

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poyzn:

This is either a cruel joke or horrifying.

hell no

nah

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those songs that start in one earbud and flow into the next

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An artist from Oakland, California collects trash and makes tiny mobile homes for the homeless.

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so this is pretty incredible

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