Permitted Fruit

You asked me

“What would happen to us

If forbidden fruit were permitted…

Would you still pursue me?”

And I said

I would follow you into oblivion

If it meant I could taste you

One last time.

And If tasting you meant death

And your venomous flesh

Claimed my life,

I would die with your syrupy sweet

Dripping from my lips.

I’ve never seen your face

But I can hear a lifetime of sadness

In every word you speak;

Sadness that once contemplated

The idea of joy

But the universe convinced you

That it was a fallacy

So I will dedicate every breath I’m allowed

To show you otherwise.

All I ask in return

Is that you say my name like you did

The other night

In every tense and tongue

In every tone and rhythm

With every resonating syllable

Extracted from those lips;

Say it in a whisper,

Scream it in a lustful agony

Cry my name

Like I was leaving you for good

Then keep it hidden away

Until you need it again…

motiya:

my aesthetic is looking mean as hell but being the nicest warmest person you ever met so you feel terrible for judging and become a better person thru it all

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where do the lies end

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She cut off the tattoo of he ex’s name, put it in a jar and mailed it to him.

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White America.

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Why poke at my insecurities when you could poke at my vagina?

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Found in Brooklyn

Fuck.

*looks around DC* they ain’t lyin’.

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I had to let ya know, that I got a crush on you 

Leave the memories alone.

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Rolling grandpa style. 1989 Buick Century. Yep, another Buick. Yep, it was purchased a month before I was born. That’s all me though. #fauxtography #buick

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