My M,
Always my M, but wouldn't it be better if I simply branded myself as yours? You aren't mine, but I am yours. There is so much of you in me, I don't recall which parts of me are actually mine and which parts I created for you.
Nobody calls me by my name, it is something I am mostly okay with. But when you call me by my given name, my entire first name, Lord have mercy, my name sounds like a piece of broken poetry. I don't know why I was named what I was named, but when you call my name and follow it with something mundane like asking for gum or the time, I don't think any other name on earth would have suited me.
In another life, you'd call my name and then ask me to pass the salt, or the water from our bedside table or call my name and tell me that our son is calling for me. Never baby or honey or darling. They are beautiful nicknames for the love of your life, but you know me well enough to know that I prefer our names to nicknames.
I'll always love you, my M. I just need to figure out where to shelf these feelings so that they don't burn through me like a fever.
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Whats the total mass of the sun btw
heh
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my little brother & i are having a scholarly debate about mornings
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most insane reddit comment i've gotten is someone saying that they had a brief catholic phase because "sex should be for procreation only" just seemed "right" to them. And then they realized they were an atheist but had a breeding kink.
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I don’t know if I ever told this story on here but apparently when my mom was back in college one of her final exams was scheduled for the evening of the mash finale and a bunch of students complained and threw a fit until finally the professor was like “show of hands: how many of you are planning on skipping my exam to go watch mash?” And like a good 80% raised their hands and the prof was like “…and what if that meant you failed the entire course?” And apparently only a few students put their hands down so the guy had to reschedule the exam. Moral of the story: there’s power in numbers and also mash was and forever will be more important than statistical analysis
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I did it.
I told him I loved him. He told me he didn't.
It would have been so much easier if he was dick about it. It is his tenderness that makes it worse. Why did treat me like a rose he's too scared to touch lest he crush it? Crush me anyways, amor. Let my fragrance be the last good thing I give you.
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Heartbreaking: girl who wants nothing more than to cuddle forever can’t sit in the same position for more than 5 minutes
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the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3
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