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[ ᴄʟɪᴘ ] live, life, love;
Oct. 25th, 2017 05:08 pm and when i'm with her, i feel so alive — there are sparks shooting from the depths of my stomach, stars encircling my throat and head — so, so alive;
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he pulls away, but the taste still lingers — as if electricity is dancing in the air, arcing, tracing his name on his lips.
soft. everything is soft, but the heat is sharp, like how a sunbeam could radiate warmly yet blind a man.
"you really think," he whispers, "that i haven't noticed?"
soft. everything is soft, but the heat is sharp, like how a sunbeam could radiate warmly yet blind a man.
"you really think," he whispers, "that i haven't noticed?"