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I will not be your “sometimes”.

— Six Word Story #2 (via artieshaw)

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

'We were born sick,' you heard them say it

My church offers no absolution
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you

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Opinions are like orgasms… mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.

— Sylvia Plath  (via forever-and-alwayss)