She was the first wild thing you ever touched,
and your scars still bleed sometimes.
She was all rabbit eyes, fawn legs,
and the claws of a lioness.
And you held your chains above your head
like you wished you could catch her,
make her yours.
Oh silly boy,
you can’t tame wild things.
— You can’t tame wild things. by r.b via You Have Swallowed The Sun
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences.
He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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