a girl named honor

this is where i share with you the scraps of beauty i encounter while also regurgitating my thoughts to complete strangers and closest friends.
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one day you fall for this boy. and he touches you with his fingers. and he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. and it hurts when you look at him. and it hurts when you don’t. and it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass
— [the tracey fragments]
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