21 years of age,born to a french father and japanese mother, resides in tokyo with her cat,mikan. works as a model by day and a sugar baby at night
single/ poly / in need of friends / only bites if threatened / currently dior's sugar baby
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five ten. old enough. nobody’s boy. bisexual. replies in two seconds or two days. sends ‘🤪’ ironically. juice wrld and peep stan. sends you shit at 3 am. london, england. can never be serious. watched mean girls 10x in a row. sucker for american accents. always sleeping. spams unintentionally.
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone
I long for that feeling to not feel at all
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
Can you feel my heart?, can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel, can you feel my heart?
I just want to write poetry today. I just want to lose my mind in the words and not think about anything else. Not think about the dishes piled in the sink, the trash that hasn’t been taken out, or the laundry in the basket in my closet with the mirror-doors—the ones where we laughed at our reflections, telling stories with our eyes.
I want to write poetry and remember the way your hands touched my hips, the way they made me feel light and fragile in a way I never imagined I could be with all the muscle and strength I hide behind. I want to feel the humility in your fingertips again, pulling me to you with a softness I couldn’t believe a man like you would ever be capable of—the callouses, the scruff, the rough edge of your nails holding me like I was the most precious item in the world.
I want to write poetry and not feel your absence like a hole in my chest, not wonder where you are or if you’re breathing cold morning air and thinking of me. And if you’re not, I want to know whether it was easy to forget or how you exhaled and simply unremembered all that we were.
I want to write poetry about the language of love, and how sometimes life carries you away, but words bring you back. They always do.
I want to romanticize the sound of your voice until I hear it again, write your whispered ‘I love you’ on my skin until my heart stops beating so loud. I want to memorize the way your lips pressed against mine and how the taste was both foreign and safe.
I want to write poetry until I’m no longer imagining what it would feel like to be loved by you. Until you’re standing before me. Until the words have carried you here. Until you simply stay.
awas aja diambil manipnya, aku bunuh.
tate ray. ♡🍒🌹
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6teen. pansexual and single. spanish. big softie. loves dunkirk. aneurin barnard fan. 80s gal. nirvana, lana del rey and cindy lauper. is always listening to music. horror movies lover. needs friends so hmu!