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Nov. 1st, 2012 | 11:11 pm

Faith, 18 ♥

Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs.
Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled.
Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted
—wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated.
In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt.
Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away.
And part of you thought: Look at me.

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Will you love me in the morning ?

Apr. 10th, 2009 | 11:14 am


Forever and ever babe ♥

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The best gift

Mar. 14th, 2009 | 12:29 am

Mine, all mine ^^

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