Let Me Love You Possessively. Let Me Slip Into Your Mind And Take Root, Curling Around Your Thoughts

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it’s raining outside do you wanna come over and cuddle until we don’t know where you start and i end

i'm so attracted to emotional intelligence like damn the way you actually listen and communicate turns me on

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

list of things i love – flowers, the sound of rain, waking up with time still left to sleep, pasta, dancing to my favorite songs!!! sunrises, sunsets, fires in the fireplace, christmas time, being so busy i dont check my phone, local bookstores, jazz, clean sheets, long showers, the beach, the mountains, tea, art, reading, driving around aimlessly, the smell of new books, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, having a day dedicated to doing absolutely nothing, naps, laughing, new movies, rediscovering a song i forgot about, good hair days, imagining how my life will be in the future :)🍝🎄☕📚⭐

there is so much inside of me

and i can't get any of it out

in the ways that i want to.

the pretty ways that won't

make people worried about me again.

there are so many things

i want to tell you,

so many ways that i want to

scream and cry for help,

but i just stay silent,

letting the fear pile up in my throat

until it is gargling my words

away from my tongue

as i try to speak them.

i'm sorry we haven't

been talking as much lately,

it's just been hard to breathe.

hard to stomach the

self-inflicted homesickness,

the extra sting of knowing

that it is my fault that i miss you,

that i'm the one pushing you away.

hard to accept that it's because

i am terrified that if i let you in

you will drown with me.

-mars

Sam & Deena in Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021) Raelle & Scylla in Motherland: Fort Salem (2020)