Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | My Hands And The Midas Touch
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"My hands have a tendency to touch the wrong things, and I am afraid if you’re one of them, but you seem to be good for me and you seem to be exactly what I need right now, but too much sky diving into boys’ basement-hearts has left me rusty and careless and I don’t know how to tell the difference between what is normal and what is a risk anymore. Are you a risk? Are you a gamble? Because I’m not rich; I’m broke and I’m too old for casino-themed love, I just want someone to be the roof to my shaky foundation. I’ve grown out of dangerous situations, I’ve spent the last years being alive and adrenaline-shocked, what I am looking for is safe. Are you safe? Are you safe? I hate not being in control and lately you make me feel like I can’t hold on to anything, and it’s stupid and you’re sweet, but I’m selfish and greedy and I can never ever be fucking satisfied until I’ve got my hands around your neck and I don’t want to stay long enough to find out whether I can taste bitter underneath all that sugar but good god, good god do you tempt me to. Are you real? I told you I can’t tell the difference anymore. I’ve played with fire way too much and I think it’s made me weak I think I’ve finally met my match and this is scary I feel like I am losing control, but I don’t see any warning signs or people screaming at me "beware." I feel like a wild cat trapped caught in the corner, my fight or flight reflex is kicking in high gear, but still - still I want you to want me to want you and I just realized I’m still here with my hands itching to touch you again. Fuck."
Autopsy report showed that mike brown had no drugs in his system and the store owners said that there was no robbery so what the fuck else do you racist ass whites want
To not be held accountable for their actions