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person: wait… so if youre not straight…… and youre not gay,,,,,….. then…. what… exActly aRE you..?..?.?

me:

*grabs own boob not for any sexual reason but just because it is squishy and soft and my boob*

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

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-Trust me. Believe in me. I am yours and only yours.

-m.t.t.

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Let me kiss you…

Sleep

I couldn't get sleep.

I hadn’t really thought much of it until people started to mention the bags under my eyes. Not until they asked if I was okay and I realized I wasn’t. The swirl of blue and purple was bleeding into the skin under my eyes more and more each night I didn’t get sleep. My head was starting to hurt and my limbs were growing weak. But I didn't pay attention to any of that. I didn’t pay attention to anything, really. 

All I did was pay attention to you. 

I realized you were the reason I wasn’t sleeping. Each night I would lay in bed and close my eyes but all I would see was your face. All I could hear was your laugh and your voice saying my name. All I could feel was your hug and all I could smell was your scent. A smell made up of mint, cigarettes, and the expensive fragment laced on your clothes. I would stay up all night, with tears threatening my eyes, and read, or write, or draw, or clean. Anything that would keep me up. Anything that wouldn't let me fall asleep. Because I knew if I fell asleep I would dream of you. 

And I couldn't handle your memory being just a dream.

- a book I can never finish

you’ll be in my heart Yes, you’ll be in my heart From this day on Now and forever more

You’ll be in my heart No matter what they say You’ll be here in my heart, always.

1982-2013 Cory Allan Michael Monteith.

Forcing myself to close my eyes and go to sleep while knowing that you are probably still awake has been hard the last couple of days. The urge to send you a message and talk to you has grown tremendously all of a sudden. I keep fantasizing about what I would say to you and, of course, about what you would say back to me. Sometimes I even start typing a vague hello, only to delete everything again a few moments later. I guess I just miss you. I miss you so bad.

B