#SpontaneousThinking

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he sat watching her as she stood side-on in front of him, blocking the setting sun for the most part except for the occasional intermittent streams of light that leaked past when she moved slightly, her brown hair lifting softly with the warm breeze. he studied her figure curiously as she peered into the distance, an expression on her delicate face that seemed as though she was seeing both everything and nothing all at once. he found himself drawn towards the gently sloped curves of her body. he examined the natural arch of her back and noticed the slight looseness of her flimsy summer dress made it more difficult to imagine the exact gradient of her spine, meaning he had to rely only on memory and the way the fabric clung to her shape when she turned to look and smile at him, streams of orange sunlight pouring onto his face as she did so. the notion alone of the soft dress material gently grazing the curve of her back was enough to send him into a state of daydreamt euphoria, for goose bumps to prickle his pale skin, for butterflies to rattle against his ribcage. for it was then he realised that this girl standing before him with an iridescent smile and deep, dark eyes was the most beautiful girl in the world, the only one whose valleys and cliffs and mountains he wanted to spend his whole life mapping.

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i know it's sort of grim and i know that people would be sad if i died but sometimes i wonder who would be sad for longer than a few months. people just sort of get on with their lives and they don't forget but they're not constantly remembering either, it's just sort of a fact that's nestled in the back of your mind, and i think that a year or so later someone would probably remember again and cry but then the same thing would happen, they would just get on with their lives until the next time they remembered.

i feel like it wouldn't be exceptionally ongoing sadness or anything, idk. i'm not saying i would want people to be constantly sad all the time. idk. but sometimes i do feel like everyone's life would be easier if i wasn't in it.

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5:45 AM (where i want to be)

i wake up next to you to the sound of the roaring train at five forty-five in the morning. the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the old-fashioned hotel pull-down blinds splashes your sleeping face, and pours through your golden eyelashes like sunshine on a stained-glass chapel window. (right now feels far more holy than any sunday spent in church, where i'm distanced for not being devout. (i am devout, i am devout to you, don't they understand?)). the aurora casts soft shadows on your freckled face and mess of tangled bed hair, shining on your naked shoulders that have been bespeckled with kisses from the sun almost as many times as they have been with kisses from me. i spend so much time thinking about where i want to be, but at five forty-five in the morning, waking up with your bare chest rising and falling beneath my cheek, and your arm draped protectively around me as i listen to the sound of your soft breaths and your strong heart, i realise that this is where.

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what we never learn at school:

how tell your family you love them what to do when you fall in love that it's okay to fall in love with boys or girls or both or whoever else you meet how to catch a bus how to pay taxes how to like yourself how to make your friends like themselves what to do when you feel sad how not to hurt yourself how not to hurt others what to do when you do hurt someone how to say sorry and mean it how to be confident how to be less emotional  

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"i want to be with you... forever. forever forever, not just a long time." "you're everything i need." 

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things i need to do to be "pretty:"

shave my legs

buy some make up

cover the dark circles under my eyes

pluck my eyebrows

wax my upper lip

learn to wear make up

idk.

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he slammed his window shut and locked it tight and drew his blinds and cried that night.

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i. when she was six years old, in the evenings she would open her window and lean against the white window ledge and see him jumping on his bed in his spaceship pyjamas and wait for him to notice and wave at her. ii. when she was seven years old they were in the same class at school together and they sat next to each other every day. iii. when she was eight years old they made a telephone out of two tin cans and a piece of fishing wire and they stretched it across the empty space between their opposite bedrooms and every night they would talk about the stars before they said goodnight. iv. when she was almost ten she went up to him at school and invited him to her birthday party. he was with his friends who were boys and so he said that he didn't want to come. she didn't understand until later. boys can be silly. v. when she was twelve she thought the boy was cute and wanted to hold his hand. he wanted to hold her hand too, he just didn't know it yet. vi. when they were fourteen the girl had had enough of wanting to hold his hand when he didn't seem to want to hold hers, so she held other boys' hands instead. vii. she was sixteen and her parents had gone out for the weekend. she brought another boy from school up to her bedroom and they were kissing fast and he started taking her clothes off and she started taking off his and sounds of love-making trailed through the window for the neighbour boy to hear and he looked at the silhouettes in her bedroom and slammed his window shut and locked it tight and drew his blinds and cried that night. viii. when she was seventeen she spent a lot of her time crying over boys she got undressed with, and the boy next door noticed scars on her wrists and so one day when they were sitting on the grass together (they were still best friends, you see), he placed his hand atop of hers and told her she was beautiful. ix. they spend a year holding hands and kissing and lying down together before they made love in his bedroom when they were 18. afterwards, the girl told him she'd never made love before, and the boy didn't understand. she told him that it didn't feel like love with the others. they both feel asleep crying. neither of them really knew why. x.

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echoes of love-making trail down the hallways and fill up the empty house and the empty hearts

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i love him so much and when we talk of love-making it makes me excited for a future of holding hands and smiling and kissing and loving

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our lips soak into each other's for a time before you see half of me bare and vulnerable. your fingertips trace my chest as butterflies kiss and in the reflection of the shiny mirror i see us both half stark and unveiled and i catch myself wondering how just the feeling of your skin softly pressed against my skin can make up something so beautiful.

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Are you okay? What do you mean okay? I mean are you happy? Oh. Um... sometimes, I guess. Is everything okay at home? Things are great at home, it's everywhere else that upsets me. What, is everything okay with your boyfriend? No, no, things have never been better between us. I don't know, it's regret, I guess. Regret about things I used to do. What things did you used to do? It's the worse thing I've ever done in my life. Does he know? Yes, he knows. Did he forgive you? Yes. Then it couldn't have been that bad. It was very bad, he's just very forgiving. What were the bad things? I can't tell you. But everyone always says "The only things you regret in life are the chances you didn't take," but every time I hear that I just think that it's crap. I mean I took a chance, I was scared as hell when he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies sometime back in year nine, and half of me wanted to say no just out of fear that I'd mess everything up. But I said yes anyway, I just thought, there is a boy, and he likes you, he actually likes you, and you've known each other for two months and already he's asking if you want to hang out together. He likes you. And you like him! Just go! And so I did, and it was the best choice I ever made in my life. I certainly don't regret that chance. But I took other chances and I regret them more than anything. So no, the only things you regret in life are not the chances you didn't take. Some of the things you regret are the chances you did take.

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sometimes i think if i kiss you hard enough your sadness will go away.

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Today we held hands and hugged each other and kissed a lot and I kissed your ears and you kissed my neck and we were silent but we made quiet noises and not-so-quiet noises and we said each other's names and our skin touched and we talked and we laughed and we cuddled next to each other and looked out the window for a while and watched it rain while we were nice and warm inside and I let you touch places I'd never let anyone else touch and you let me touch those places of you too and I felt so special and the feeling I got was one of the best I'd ever felt in my whole life even though it was just soft and gentle it felt so amazing and you're so amazing.

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his mouth tasted like mint chewing gum which she didn't like but she kissed him anyway because she was his friend and friends put up with things, and her mouth tasted like strawberry chapstick which he loved and his hands wandered and she let them because she was his friend and friends put up with things and they fooled around in the car that night even though it was rushed and didn't feel right and she let him because she was his friend and friends put up with things.