ii. my mother tells me that girls are always tender to each other.
i loved you when your hair was knotted and your lips were chapped and the two of us woke from frantic nights in high heels.
i loved the dance you had while jumping into jeans.
i loved the sight of you, all sour in the morning, sun shifting across your body,
i loved hearing your voice over midnight phone calls.
i loved you so wildly that i could pretend i loved you not at all.
i loved you and said it often enough that it sounded simple.
gal pals // r.i.d

poem:
http://inkskinned.tumblr.com
honestly check out the poetry it's beautiful; i wanted to use every single piece written :(

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