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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Be my peace,

Not my man.

You can hold me in your arms

But never in your heart

Kiss me when I’m smiling

Let me cry alone

Call me “babygirl” in bed

But don’t forget my name

Hold my hand when the mood strikes you

Hold your ground when my moods strike me

Peer into my soul when I cum

Just don’t stay there

Grab my ass when I walk by

Just let me walk away

All I ask is everything

Be my peace,

Not my man.

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#1

Okay.

You’re a good talker.

I love it.

Maybe a little too much.

Today as I read your plans

For when we meet again

A promise to dominate

I let the words intoxicate me

Then I stopped and thought.

How many times 

Have I climbed on top

Shaking and exhausted

Willing to work for you

Compared to the times

You drunkenly climbed

On top or behind

Awkward thrusts not quite right

No primal violent clapping 

No beat of human contact

No rhythm and no rage

But sure.

You’re totally going to

Fuck me from behind

Pull my hair

Tie me up

For real this time.

The worst part:

Knowing this is all I’ll get

Because you only want my words

My photos

And only sometimes.

It isn’t fair

You’re only willing to give me parts of you

And only the worst ones.

Maybe I wouldn’t be so enchanted

If you hadn’t shown me your best

Dangling this gentle soul and soft voice

Tormenting me with who you could be

If you only wanted me.

Okay.

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Marc Bolan / T Rex

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