I read this.
Everything about this is so real and true so I wish I could be that straightforward… unfortunately, I don’t know how to tell the truth.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless texts (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people that they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying ” Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and “You brighten my day” I live my life as straightforward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe its weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be- to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch, or your tongue in their mouth and your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is…
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