kitestrings and catastrophes.i've figured myself out-i am a catastrophe at best and at worsti am yours.---you once told me i was a disasterjust waiting to happen. i would like to bea hurricane or maybe a thunderstorm.i would like to be so many things, (mostly happy and yours.)you never really liked thunderstormsand hurricanes wreck lives.maybe i wasn't so wrong about that one.---"do you believe in magic?"i believe in miracles and meteorites.i believe in you and meand insignificance and disasters.i believe in paper cranes and kitestringsand maybe we're not righ
spooning"i want you"doesn't necessarily mean"i want you to stick your cock in me"it doesn't necessarily mean"i want to fuck you"it might just mean"please hold me""i want you on top of me"doesn't necessarily meananything my mother wouldn't likeit could maybe just meanthat i feel like i really existi am a real beingwhen you are lying still on top of me(it's not like it hurts, you're pretty skinnywillow boy
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