trauma makes me feel weak like i’m still a sick child. all i want is to grow up, move on, straighten my back and live
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.”— Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/ Gift Of A Poet
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having sex with someone you love is so amazing. the breathing, the intensity of every s i n g l e touch, the eye contact and soft moans fuuuuck me up w that shit
