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I crave that feeling. I yearn for it. i stick to it like flesh to the bone, oh god, i’m nothing without it. the air getting sucked out of your lungs, can you feel it? you look so beautiful under these lights.

we could be dead right now and i wouldn’t care, if i could choose how to go, it would be like this: screaming together at the top of our lungs, hands grasping for whatever holy being that watches over us, something that will remind me i am alive, still, flesh and bones and blood and soul and love, so much undying love for this thing we share, this thing that no one else would ever understand the way we do. and you’re so real god— i am so real even though i sometimes forget when i’m all alone in my room and the days blend together while i wait for this again and again and again and again and please let it last forever.

Loads Of Crisps