2mboyi

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2mboyi

i want a corn dog, i’m so freakin' hungry.
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2mboyi

the question is: am i ovulating? 
          	  jesus christ.
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2mboyi

something in my brain chemistry immediately changes when i am around little babies, toddlers, children as a whole; i instantly without a doubt become mom, keeping an eye on the children, rocking the little babies to sleep, giving the toddlers their little snackies, and making sure to keep my clothing and hands clean when holding a tiny little bundle of joy, ah! 
          	  
          	  no, you don’t understand, my brain starts screaming: the babies! the babies! the precious babies! and i immediately want to carry a child for nine months, decorate a nursery, set up equipment for the arrival, take various parenting classes, and watch videos on a healthier lifestyle for those nine months. 
          	  
          	  a dangerous game, indeed. 
          	  anyways, #4bmovement!
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2mboyi

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀'s yap-and-carrying-on thread.

2mboyi

i want a corn dog, i’m so freakin' hungry.
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2mboyi

the question is: am i ovulating? 
            jesus christ.
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2mboyi

something in my brain chemistry immediately changes when i am around little babies, toddlers, children as a whole; i instantly without a doubt become mom, keeping an eye on the children, rocking the little babies to sleep, giving the toddlers their little snackies, and making sure to keep my clothing and hands clean when holding a tiny little bundle of joy, ah! 
            
            no, you don’t understand, my brain starts screaming: the babies! the babies! the precious babies! and i immediately want to carry a child for nine months, decorate a nursery, set up equipment for the arrival, take various parenting classes, and watch videos on a healthier lifestyle for those nine months. 
            
            a dangerous game, indeed. 
            anyways, #4bmovement!
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2mboyi

after our love, i thought i’d never love again. i would spend night beating myself up, over thoughts of you, fingers aching to text you.. i couldn’t imagine a single day without you. couldn’t fathom withholding my love from you when all i wanted.. was you. 
          
          nowadays, though— i am (—) you broke up with me. called it quits. put an end to what felt like nothingness without you. some days, i wonder what it would be like if we’d stayed with one another? probably hate one another as much as we loved each other.. hate to call it what it is, hate to take off the rose tinted glasses but— you taught me so much, left me with many questions, you weren’t just my best friend; you were my teacher, *my* muse, a love so complicated yet so simple? you were my dopamine. 
          
          i loved you. i love you. and i hate you.

2mboyi

at 5 in the am.
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2mboyi

you told me: “you only miss me when you need me..” i never thought it to be true, i don’t think so.. truthfully, when i needed you; it was the only time you’d sit with me. talk with me.. what was a girl to do? the brightest parts of me were ripped away and suddenly, everything was dark again. 
            
            grieving a love lost is such a hard concept to grasp, especially while you’re living it.. took years to understand what went wrong, yeah? to.. fully accept you were gone. 
            
            and now, you are back? planted in front of me, i only watch from afar with so much to say if i were given the chance. 
            
            without question, i hate the parts that i miss about you.
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