i want to be a boy, today. i want to bind my breasts so that it hurts to breathe in the unexpectedly-warm air; i want to hide all of these curves, to shove my small&shiny-nailed hands into back pockets and pin my hair up and perfect that certain slouch i so admire. i want to go far away with sarah and maria and kyle, where we can briefly become who
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and i'm sorry for last night--i didn't want to call and wake you, but i was looking forward to another late-night phone conversation.
xox.
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thank you.
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I've been wondering about that as well. the most silent is the most listened to, when the words come sprouting out. like flowers and bees.
let's be boys somewhere safe, away from the bad ones and good girls.
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yes, let's please run far away and be boys--good boys, mind you; beautiful but dangerous, guarded, and safe, somehow. we'll get by however we can, and then we can emerge when the time is right, weary and changed, but unbroken.
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