I was an angel once, caught in the grace of his love. Then I felt myself falling. He had ripped out my wings and taken away the grace of his love without so much as a goodbye. The blood from the unhealing wounds where my wings once were provide the ink that I use to pour out my soul on paper.
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flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
it’s not so much that i’m clingy,
it’s just…you seem like someone
that i want to spend my time with.
and i’d like to spend that time alone.
it seems like a good way to spend
the rest of my forever…
at least until we have a child;
then they can be clingy too.
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everyonehere said:
my boyfriend is ssoooooo cuteeee, i love you booo <3
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coffeeandthanatophobia said:
why are you so cute?
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