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"…and I’m jealous of every girl who came before me. The girls you knew, the girls you kissed, before you had even heard my name.”
— Unknown (via recovering-ballerina)
"Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time.”
— Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze (via neongospel)