"On your way to work the radio would play the songs that remind you of me, because they all do. When you’d cross the bridge, images would start to pop up in your head. The two of us swimming naked in the river, our bodies tanned and sweaty. Strawberry ice cream in my hair, my fingers sweet against your lips. My long hair spread out in the grass, your dog peaceful at my feet, your hand pressed against my cheek. None of these are things we’ve necessarily ever done, but the pictures are so pretty in your head."
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/why-i-will-never-leave-you/
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Oh hi, I'm one of those sad people who googles herself and saw that you reblogged a part of my article, thanks!
I google myself all the time. Haha. Your article was great, so I felt I should share it some more.
Hello,
i've fallen into your blog by accident, started reading and noticed that we seem to have similiar taste in poetry. Some of your works are great. Hope you continue with it.
Cheers,
Julia.
PS. http://lillithhalfjack.livejournal.com/
J.
PS. http://lillithhalfjack.livejournal.com/
J.
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