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If I were a restaurant, you’d be my special but nobody could order you because I’d just want you to be mine, just all mine. Not in the biblical, slavery-owning sense or, uh, the pimp-prostitute dynamic of, “You be mine, bitch!” but just in that… You’re my love. You’re my l o v e.
Comet (2014)

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Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
Caitlyn Siehl (via zobooty)