i don’t wanna be begged for, i just want someone to chase after me like i chase after them. double text me if i don’t respond, call me just to tell me you’re missing me. just let me know when you miss me and i guarantee something that small will make me crack the biggest smile.
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I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.
Anne Sexton, from “a letter to W. D. Snodgrass,” A Self-Portrait in Letters (Mariner Books, 2004)
Today marks 100 days on testosterone for this guyyyy
Hystorectomy compelete🙏🏼
Please don’t hold back on me. Tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you stayed up late cause you couldn’t stop thinking about me, about us. Tell me about the dreams you have with me. Tell me about the way I make you happy. Don’t pretend to have no feelings. Love is not a weakness, and if it is, let’s all be weak, let’s all tell people why they mean so much to us.
- me: look at that dog!
- me: look at the moon!
- me: look at that cloud!
- me: look at the sunset!
- me: look at that tree!
- me: look at those flowers!
- me: look at that leaf!
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
(via agoniiized)
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
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