The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows: If I'm the kettle, you're the pot.

anaisnt:

It’s 4:47 am. You’re probably fast asleep while I battle my familiar fits of insomnia. My back hurts from having leaned against my wall for the last 4 and a half hours and my hands keep balling into fists, leaving little crescent marks from my nails in my palms. I find myself wondering if we can…

just. oh my. i am so attracted to your way of talking. and feel so bad for whatever caused this. 

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   just. oh my. i am

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