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Do I dare hope?
mom said it’s my turn to be ached for, to have someone feel a stab of hunger for me, to feel nourishment at the sight of me. give it now
I have a tumbler account because she, doesn't.
I dream of you every night.
Every morning I lose you.
Everyday I pray to God—Either stop her from invading my dreams or don't wake me up.
I wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be the case with us.
I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.
In-between calling you my moon, and admitting that you are my muse.
You used your phone 9 hrs and 10 minutes more this week— Now how do I explain to my phone that I spend most of my screen time, staring blankly, waiting, hoping for a text from you.
Memories of you are enough to last me a Lifetime. I say as I work for a life with you anyway.
Your thoughts still plague me. I still miss you. Working and working out is not working like it used to.
If not in this lifetime. Then maybe the next.
The hope, that you may never read these words.
The fear, that you may never read these words.
Oh! The conflict between having you free as you should be and mine as I want you to be.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We all have things we hate about ourselves. Mine is the desire for your love.
doodles
headcanon that Spoke wears his shirt over his armour