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{l’ho provato sulla mia pelle}: The thing is.. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear it on...

52hearts:

The thing is.. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear it on my lips when I sometimes speak the best and worst of how I feel without thinking. You can feel it in my hands, in the warmth of the spaces between my fingers when I want to hold your hand. I’ll have the color of it in the blush of my cheeks in the rare moment someone compliments me. It will hang around my ankles, or the inside of my knees when I want to interlock the angles of our legs into an entangled mess halfway inside and outside of the your comforter in the middle of any season. It lives everywhere and stands for everything, and despite all consequences, it’s the only way I’ve known how to be (me).

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