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| She/Her | 28 | the place where I can be completely unhinged and no one will care. đ18+ only! đ| soap x ghost has my whole personality and heart đ
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Like him the flowers lost their colors.
But he lost his on a Tuesday.
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And now as he stares at them on a cold December morning he canât help but think they now remind him of himself, wilted, lacking turgor pressure; the elasticity of his skin feels dehydrated, lacking something important.
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He re-lives the way Johnny meticulously picks through the many bunches of flowers to pick the perfect ones, his words âthese remind me of usâ as he picks up a bunch full of yellows and oranges and blues.
He doesnât know why they reminded him of them but he never questioned.
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Just the way the cold November air added such a pretty tint of pink on Johnnyâs cheeks and nose, and the way his scarf around his neck would show him glimpses of the evidence of his love.
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Simon replays that morning over and over in his head, never wanting to let that memory go, never wanting to remember anything else.
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Theyâre both laughing which leads to the need to taste the otherâs joy and they both get greedy, hands grip hips bruisingly, teeth graze skin and words of desperation, of dedication are breathed into the pulses of each other's necks.
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Simon pretends to protest; the groan in his throat leaves between upturned lips, the smile growing bigger when he yanks Johnny down and he lands on top of him.
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Like him the flowers lost their colors.
But he lost his on a Tuesday.
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And now as he stares at them on a cold December morning he canât help but think they now remind him of himself, wilted, lacking turgor pressure; the elasticity of his skin feels dehydrated, lacking something important.
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He re-lives the way Johnny meticulously picks through the many bunches of flowers to pick the perfect ones, his words âthese remind me of usâ as he picks up a bunch full of yellows and oranges and blues.
He doesnât know why they reminded him of them but he never questioned.
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Just the way the cold November air added such a pretty tint of pink on Johnnyâs cheeks and nose, and the way his scarf around his neck would show him glimpses of the evidence of his love.
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Simon replays that morning over and over in his head, never wanting to let that memory go, never wanting to remember anything else.
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Theyâre both laughing which leads to the need to taste the otherâs joy and they both get greedy, hands grip hips bruisingly, teeth graze skin and words of desperation, of dedication are breathed into the pulses of each other's necks.
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Simon pretends to protest; the groan in his throat leaves between upturned lips, the smile growing bigger when he yanks Johnny down and he lands on top of him.
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His back and shoulders are making me FERAL!!!! Yummmmm! His ears are beautiful!! Iâm obsessed with your creations Split! Itâs always the biggest honor to see your art! đ©·đ©·
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Mable says sheâs sorry youâre having a rough time and hopes her ball will help đ©·
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