Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.

- Mary Oliver (via observando)


I wish there was a way to kill yourself and see how everyone who you knew reacts, and then depending on that choose whether to stay dead or not. If that were the case I’d kill myself right this second. 

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if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence

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Why does it always feel so real?

We were in a city. In a room in the middle of this city, probably a restaurant. I want to say it was Portland. Just Molly and I having some drinks. His family was there in that room…though I didn’t expect to see him there too. He was not supposed to be in town. No, he was supposed to be in Utah. Out of nowhere I felt someone caress my back. With a jolt of uncertainty I turned around and looked up into his blue eyes. Standing in front of me there he was. 6’3”. Red hair. A bit of rugged facial hair. With the warmest smile looking right at me. Every feeling that could possibly hit me did in that moment. Happiness. Sadness. Frustration. Doubt. Anger. Hope.
We just stood there for a minute staring at each other not saying anything, in that moment of silence everything and nothing felt right. In an instant he had me in his arms telling me how much he missed me, how much he wished we lived in the same city. And just being in his embrace always felt like cloud 9, and at that moment that’s where we were. Nothing else mattered. He then leaned down pressed his lips to mine, pushed me against the wall with intense need. His hands explored my body while his mouth invaded mine. I moved my hand under his shirt to touch his bare chest..I just wanted to rip his shirt off in that instant to ravage him in the middle of this restaurant and the feeling was quite mutual…but in the middle of this sensational sensual encounter I realized that all this was not what I wanted. It was no longer love between us. It was lust. Right after I realized it, I pulled away from him and without a word I walked right out of the restaurant leaving him breathless, distraught and confused…

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His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip.
“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips.
Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth.
I have never been kissed like this.

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