The Death of Hyacinth
1801
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The Death of Hyacinth
1801
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Long Distance Relationships by Peony Yip
This hit home :( sad and comforting at the same time.
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Typewriter Series #13 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I promise
to plant kisses
like seeds
on your body,
so in time
you
can grow
to love yourself
as I
love you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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march (by liivia s)
I take my coffee with three seconds of hazelnut creamer. You take yours with three spoons of mine. You said once - I don’t know if you remember - that your coffee could not be without mine. And that you, in turn, could never be without me. After I blushed hard enough to have a tear or two chill my cheek, you asked for head. You’re so romantic sometimes.
I so much enjoy the messy nest of habits we’ve built. You think it’s cute that I only keep receipts to ensure I always have scrap paper to write on; to write all the things I’ll forget, just to lose where I’ve written them and forget them again. On Sundays, you’ve taken to saving the editorial section for last, and read it aloud only after you’ve handed me the funnies. I don’t mean to get so heated and argumentative, but sometimes they really piss me off. And you don’t think it’s weird that I try and lovematch the classifieds; the caribbean sugar daddy looking for a dance partner and the big busted lady stardust in her sixties belong together. If we’re together, they should be too. You’ve started helping me. I haven’t told you because it’s way too soon and you’ll think me crazy, but I’ve already imagined you asking me to marry you.
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