I guess I dont write much when happy.
Not that there isnt anything to say-
But my urge is gone.
I would rather do silly things.
do things akin to butterflies, and rollercoasters.
giant bright things in the sky.
"what is that foriegn object?!"
its unstoppable. its running its course.
its adrenaline pumping. a hungry release.
when my body is pressed joyously into his-
and my hormones are going baserk.
its a downsize, from dirty, sexy, fith.
to overwhelmingly cute.
just. so. fucking. cute.
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