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“You love my hands. You stare at them. When they aren’t on you, you wish they were. You love that they are strong. That they can softly stroke, or firmly hold. They write you. They strip you. They play you like an instrument.”

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fokjayolandi:

"stoopit girl 😓"
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pretending-is-alright:

saw ‘If I Stay’ today. It was amazing! Can’t wait to read/see the second book.
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dreams-and-poems:

"I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go"
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