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i’ll wait like a dog for you

crawling at your feet

begging for scraps from the dinner table

but i’m happier here

because you told me i should be

looking up at you from my shallow grave

my body grows cold as i wait for the next time you’ll want me

you’re the one who haunts me at night

watching as i call your name when i cum

My kind of friend 😏🤭

You Attract Who You Are!

● Getting Rid of the Idea: 'Good Men Are Hard to Find'

● Good men are not hard to find; they just know what they want. They look for more than just looks. If you want their attention, show who you really are instead of just how you look.

● Good men see these things but aren't impressed by:

○ Showy outfits

○ Flirty poses

○ Over-the-top social media posts

Instead, they appreciate:

☆ Your personality

☆ Your smarts

☆ Your beliefs

● To get a good man’s attention, be more about who you are than how you look. Be smart, not just pretty.

● Remember, true beauty comes from inside!

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non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!

I learned from my mother how to love

the living, to have plenty of vases on hand

in case you have to rush to the hospital

with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants

still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars

large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole

grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins, and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.

I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and offer sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.

I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came. I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel.

Like a doctor, I learned to create from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse.

To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy