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Dear future lover,

- December 19, 2017

Here are a few warnings before getting involved with me (which you will be): You should start getting comfortable with sleeping on the warm sides of the pillow, There’s enough heat coming from us, The cold side may not exist in our bed. The Cold War could have probably lasted a 100 years with your exes, Don’t expect that in our relationship, I will be throwing fueled bombs on you, While running for scissors to diffuse them. Don’t let my small size fool you. You’ll be spending many nights awake; cleaning vomit, Well, word vomit that is.. I promise you that our conversations will last so long, The sun will be chasing after them instead.

Home in warzone

- October 08, 2017

We’re talking again, innocently, resurfacing the love feelings of the past that only Nostalgia can care to explain. We share songs we know will make their day, and posts no one else would understand, there’s a bond that will never be broken, as much as it's bend. We both still don’t know if we’re good to each other, if we’re ever going to be, and if we’re ever going to hurt each other, we tiptoe with our emotions, knock on our common interests but never dare to walk in, it’s too soon maybe, we want to make sure it won’t hurt this time, that it’s just right, and it’s not the breaking point of that connection, we need the signals to stay alert so we can still believe there’s home somewhere, that there’s a place that would understand us without a single word, we need to feel hugged through re-blogging the same comfort lines over the same platforms. It feels like a home in the middle of war, you see, you never know if you’re going to be safe, you never know if you should go back...

Geeky love threads

- November 11, 2017

It's quite strange, our desire to belong to people, to grab someone's heart and invite them for a swim in our myocardium and its pericardial cavity, have our hearts dance to the rhythms of our combined heart-beats and matching footsteps, have us create our own land, and dangle our feet on the walls of an everlasting well-nourished organ. How euphoric it is for us to imagine all parts of our bodies joined together in the acts of love, our souls floating together like a disformed ds DNA, each G dancing with a G instead of a C; forming a heart, having our chromosomes scream for more improper connections; only to have us broken at its very end. Love breaks normality, it loves destruction and chaos, deadly tides of emotions waiting for someone to ride them in order to drown on purpose. Love takes us off of our feet, shakes our whole world like protein shakes, and leaves us in a post-workout state, searching for a bed to rest in; So dear, Have a good workout, and try not ...