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adrians:

I had 3 stitches in my ear today and now my ear is swollen like a balloon

I’m not being racist but if you didnt want your ear to swell up you probably shouldn’t have gotten stitches.

how is that racist

they just said they weren’t being racist do you even listen

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Follow my Twitter for follow back?

https://twitter.com/B0nny_

Could use some more amazing followers!

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MY TWITTER ACCOUNT TO FOLLOW

The latest from Bonny Rose (@B0nny_). Writer.Artist.Photographer.Docs.Boys.Doctor Who. Love God. Love Bek. Love life

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No Two People

What bothers me most, probably due to being a writer, is not being able to find the right word.

When so incredibly and mightily and awfully in love with someone, I stare into their eyes with my hands on their neck, and my heart hits the ceiling of my chest. I grasp for a word as my lungs lurch. I exclaim “”I love you!” but it just doesn’t seem enough. I feel emotionally and spiritually constipated. As though I am limited by the English language. As though my feelings are bound in literary chains. And I can not find the word to sum up how I feel.

Or when I am with that person and I always have to be touching them. Always. In any way. Whether my fingers stroke their knee, or I hold them by the elbow, or our shoulders touch. I just have to be touching them all the time. There is a race in my pulse and excitement in my stomach, and I just can’t explain it. I can’t explain the excitement and the compulsive need to constantly touch. But I can’t get enough. I can’t explain the need.

Perhaps, if these feelings had words, had labels, they would be condescending. They would probably do my soul and heart no justice. These feelings are even poorly described here, and you will never fully understand how I feel. You will never understand it the way I understand it. Ever.

But you might come close.

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