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- DRAMIONE APPRECIATION WEEK - day four: fanfic graphic
Their one consolation is that they love, and it is a love made of all the more precious things, because it was snatched from the jaws of death. She doesn’t tell them this either. Not only would they not understand, but they would not want to. Anathema
Hey I’m drunk and I love being gay
Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.
I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.
I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.
Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.
Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.
I kiss the rigid out of you.
I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.
me @ very talkative cats: i love you so much. please continue your story. tell me about your day. i love you
