Excerpt From Who Cares If It’s A Choice? Snappy Answers To 101 Nosy, Intrusive, And Highly Personal

USS Belleau Wood aflame on her aft flight deck following a Japanese kamikaze attack on 30 October 1944.

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"Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!"

-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

she’s toxic yet tasty is the best way i could describe her

lord knows what drives me to be in love with her

her toxicity sinks beneath her ethereal soul, so ethereal my eyes spin and my body loses its balance and tranquility

she’s a devil disguised as a guardian angel

they say love is blind, and it truly is, what my eyes show me is far beyond the truth

maybe i’m in love with the idea of her and all that she is

to my disappointment, that is beyond insufficient

as toxic as she is, i went to spend my days swimming is her river of poison, kissing her poisonous lips till my whole body is infiltrated by the poison in hope that before it reaches my heart she herself will heal me for she is my poison yet my remedy too

~ Clouds and stars and scapes of blue always veil the thoughts of you. Something deeper than desire has fallen amongst us, yet I feel that the promises of forever will inevitably stumble into a void between maybe and never. But if had the choice, I’d somehow bind our chapters into a story. I’d peer into tomorrow and maybe witness your wish to stay. Yet a part of me dares not to disturb the door of fate (or maybe I am too scared of what I would see beyond it)。

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Me: *sleeps in*

Scorpio: why are you late?

Me: slept in

*50 years later*

Scorpio: so are you ready to tell my why you were really late on May 16th 2016 at 9:47pm

Through sunny days and shadowy nights. Through the mornings filled with mourning and those evenings lit up by moonbeams. Through the ups and downs, through all sights and sounds. I want you there. I want to take this journey with you.

J.c.A

“Step into my poem, I will be there for your heart, in this gondola of rain and hope.”

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— an anonymous woman on coming to terms with being a lesbian in the 1950’s-60’s, from an interview with Deborah Goleman Wolf