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—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
do i still haunt your dreams like long ago? does my mere name still make your heart pound?
—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
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⠀ ⠀ . 𓂁 ❪ ⚖️ ❫ 、 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒 . 𓏲 ﹅
⸻ 𝘐 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘌 . . .* .
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—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
our intertwined heartbeats, what we dedicated. i won't forget that memory either.
—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
i think i’m 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with you , and that scares the shit out of me .
—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
I stutter, sometimes, when you come near me. It’s a heart hiccup; mine always misbehaves when you walk past, when you look my way, when your fingers accidentally brush against my knee.
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Desire is shown through the hands and yearning is worn in the eyes. The mouth is only good for two things: kisses and lies. That’s why I call you a friend even as my eyes dip to your lips, as my hands cling to your hips.
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we are bound together—— i breathe when you breathe, i bleed when you bleed, i’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and i have always, always belonged to you!
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‘What’s mine is yours’, I say, and I mean my clothes, my food, and my heart. You have left fingerprints on them all.
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’how will you remember?’
’that i love you?’
’yes.’
’that's easy. i can't help it.’
—— B͟͟e͟͟n͟͟s͟͟o͟͟n͟͟ retweeted
i think i’m 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with you , and that scares the shit out of me .















