

to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart. that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows, the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young. I will tell my daughterto map sunrises...
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone, but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter to travel with
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this face means nothing, these hands feel nothing, these lungs are empty, and these eyes are blind. this face means nothing, these hands hold nothing, i'm here, this heart is yours. our love never dies.♥
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Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt.
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Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt.
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Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt.
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God must love stupid people. He made SO many.
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
I like work. It fascinates me. I sit and look at it for hours.
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Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt.
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filosagi.
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Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt.
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