All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
vienna
Have you ever?
Do you sometimes think of me?
Am I a consideration, at least?
How is it we've never met? You seem just my type.
You make me laugh. You're sarcastic. You turn me on.
I could definitely have fun with you.
You brood. Often. It's a bittersweet melancholia that seeps from you.
You're wounded in so many ways.
Yes, you're just my type.
"...ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet. I know
Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune;
Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so.
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon"
-A.C. Swinburne
Do you sometimes think of me?
Am I a consideration, at least?
How is it we've never met? You seem just my type.
You make me laugh. You're sarcastic. You turn me on.
I could definitely have fun with you.
You brood. Often. It's a bittersweet melancholia that seeps from you.
You're wounded in so many ways.
Yes, you're just my type.
"...ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet. I know
Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune;
Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so.
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon"
-A.C. Swinburne
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