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Picture Window It's well after three am and you've woken up inside his bed, your limbs entangled with his, your head buzzing with that strange static that always means that you're moving from "socially lubricated" to "slightly hung-over". Desperate to ward off the imminent hangover in any way possible, you gently remove yourself from his arms and slip off the bed, and stumble into the condo's kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes.Picture Window by ~sunstreaked
Three and a half bottles of wine greet you from the counter, and the pot of pasta sauce still sitting on the stove remind you that you have clean up to deal with tomorrow. Or today, technically. You don't care right no
Counting Kisses I read somewhere that the average person kisses twenty-eight people in their lifetime. I've kissed twenty-one, and I'm only eighteen. But I don't think they all count. To me, a kiss isn't really a kiss unless it's intimate, unless there are real emotions behind the actual act of lips touching. But I can't figure out what counts, or what truly counts as intimate.Counting Kisses by ~sunstreaked
The rape last summer doesn't count. There was no intimacy there. Neither does what I've decided was rape in November, because even though I was drunk I know I said "no". Kisses of any kind should be consensual, and rape isn't consensual. Those don't count. Not in any universe.
If I
I still go fast. When I turned five, my family moved out into the country, to a small nothing town named Conestogo with a population hovering around four hundred. There wasn't much to do in town, but I managed to find ways to fill my time. I'd laze in the acres of crown land forest behind my house, building clubhouses, or chasing ducks, picking wild garlic for my mom's cooking, and I would bike. Biking was my favourite. I liked to go fast.I still go fast. by ~sunstreaked
In the spring, summer, and fall, I'd ride my bike through the back dirt roads until I reached the park best known for its massive playground, and its paved, always empty, parking lot – perfect for races. I'd meet up w
Single-Double Bed. I know I shouldn't, but I miss my tiny dorm room bed. I shouldn't, because I have a double bed now and it's so much bigger, but being with someone here is different than it was there.Single-Double Bed. by ~sunstreaked
Here, there's so much space to spread out, my body barely touches his, and there's no elbows in eyes or arms pinned beneath tangled bodies.
But there, crushed between the wall and the desk, we had no choice but to accidentally poke each other in places we shouldn't (and should), we had to be uncomfortably close.
Except with you, the closeness was never uncomfortable.
And after a couple weeks, a us-shaped grove worked its way into the mattress, and we'd natur
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I ONLY GET TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE’S INJURED
I ONLY GET TO KISS HER WHEN SHE’S SORE
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thanks for the comment though =]
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no problem
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