HE IS FILTH
but somewhere
inside that hatred
you secretly want him
HE IS FILTH
but somewhere
inside that hatred
you secretly want him
Planting seeds, growing gardens, unearthing hearts.
tee hee
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
Ramblings, poetry & short snipets
humor | musings | fiction
thewistfulwood 
We all love what poisons us.
At some point you smile about it.
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Unfortunately we do. I hope I can get to that point.
❤
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What you write is always so relevant to my life! It’s crazy! ❤
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Oh wow I can say the same for yours! I suppose we must think alike.
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