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Rule of thirds

Rule of thirds

by Maura Ford

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by Maura Ford

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succumbing is self care world-worn, everyone’s a sub now easier to let things just happen my skin smells perfect after two days unwashed my body feels perfect when I don’t look at it my gut tells me: listen to your gut biome oracle personal white noise machine shhhhhhhhhh shhhhh shh

succumbing is self care world-worn, everyone’s a sub now easier to let things just happen my skin smells perfect after two days unwashed my body feels perfect when I don’t look at it my gut tells me: listen to your gut biome oracle personal white noise machine shhhhhhhhhh shhhhh shh

succumbing is self care world-worn, everyone’s a sub now easier to let things just happen my skin smells perfect after two days unwashed my body feels perfect when I don’t look at it my gut tells me: listen to your gut biome oracle personal white noise machine shhhhhhhhhh shhhhh shh

Weary mediator Wistful for essentialism Straddling the chasm of dirty innateness and a pompous high horse, It’s all so embarrassing— My feelings, your feelings, and then my feelings again Mercurial Gemini sun I wake up different every day— just get to know me, and you’ll have to do it again (and again) No but listen, listen— it could be a fun experiment What remains true when there’s so much of me

Weary mediator Wistful for essentialism Straddling the chasm of dirty innateness and a pompous high horse, It’s all so embarrassing— My feelings, your feelings, and then my feelings again Mercurial Gemini sun I wake up different every day— just get to know me, and you’ll have to do it again (and again) No but listen, listen— it could be a fun experiment What remains true when there’s so much of me

Weary mediator Wistful for essentialism Straddling the chasm of dirty innateness and a pompous high horse, It’s all so embarrassing— My feelings, your feelings, and then my feelings again Mercurial Gemini sun I wake up different every day— just get to know me, and you’ll have to do it again (and again) No but listen, listen— it could be a fun experiment What remains true when there’s so much of me

I pretend like I don’t want to fuck you. And the withholding tastes like an overripe banana. Are you tempted at all? Ruled by the seminal classic, daddy issues, laced tight with lingering catholicism. Dialoguing with shame every time I press myself into someone new. If I get close enough to you, can I eat your thoughts? Mine are tired tales, trancelike, spineless, chewed-up fingernails. Not the graceful hands I’d like to trace you with.

I pretend like I don’t want to fuck you. And the withholding tastes like an overripe banana. Are you tempted at all? Ruled by the seminal classic, daddy issues, laced tight with lingering catholicism. Dialoguing with shame every time I press myself into someone new. If I get close enough to you, can I eat your thoughts? Mine are tired tales, trancelike, spineless, chewed-up fingernails. Not the graceful hands I’d like to trace you with.

I pretend like I don’t want to fuck you. And the withholding tastes like an overripe banana. Are you tempted at all? Ruled by the seminal classic, daddy issues, laced tight with lingering catholicism. Dialoguing with shame every time I press myself into someone new. If I get close enough to you, can I eat your thoughts? Mine are tired tales, trancelike, spineless, chewed-up fingernails. Not the graceful hands I’d like to trace you with.