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[nurseyourheart]

everything she asks of me

So, I’m dating Marilyn Monroe.  We’re living together, actually.  Right now, she’s sitting on the white couch with the black stains, watching me write this.  What are you writing? she wants to know.  A love letter, I say.

She’s eating grapes.  She’s really into them right now.  One by one, she sucks them into her mouth with

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[nurseyourheart]

I think that's really fucking beautiful. I want to know if there's a time limit on how long you can be happy for. Love does feel just like helplessness. I can't write or talk because the words don't come out right. The only thing I know anymore is softness.

[postmaudlin]

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