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the headings are from a poem by natalie wee, which you can find here: http://natalieweepoetry.com/post/132031410781/reasons-to-not-kiss-him-1-you-werent-raised
so, most of this is made up because i loved that ^ poem and really didn't care that it didn't fit me. the last three are true though. so's most of the second one.
i made the picture above on photoshop witH A MOUSE PLEASE APPLAUD ME IT WAS NOT FUN (i know it's ugly i can't draw shut up)
enjoy, and please please leave a comment, it makes me unbelievably happy xx
REASONS TO NOT KISS HIM:
I. YOU WEREN'T RAISED TO LOVE TENDER.
you were raised to love hard and fast and with burning passion, to scorch instead of touch and push and pull and press instead of kiss. you guess that's okay, since he was raised the same, and everything is give and take and thrash and settle, the sway of a wave and the crash of the water. you're scared to hurt him all the same, regardless of the fact that he'd hurt you right back.
II. WHEN HE'S AROUND ALL YOU DO IS TREMBLE. WHEN HE'S AROUND YOU WANT TO GET ON YOUR KNEES. LOOK HOW MUCH POWER HE HAS OVER YOU. IT'S DANGEROUS.
you tell yourself you're trembling because you're had more coffee with less milk and fewer sugars than you normally would / you tell yourself it's because you've hardly eaten and hardly slept / you tell yourself it's because there's a 90% chance of snow and it's freezing cold / but you know it's because you keep thinking about him / you burnt yourself and your heart jolted the same way it does when he smiles / the lights went out and your immediate thought was whether he was in the dark / they've been out for 20 minutes now / you told my mum about him (abstractly, you never said his name) in a french cafe called piscine / whenever he talks to the girl with the same last name as you (we're not sisters, no matter how much he jokes about it) you feel like you're at the bottom of une piscine and you're drowning / you shouldn't be jealous, he's not yours, after all / but your heart still contorts when he smiles at her / you think about the fact that he called you the rudest word in the english language the other day, and you just laughed / because that's how we talk to each other / you think about the fact that we're quite like chloe and james from the bitch in appartement twenty three / except he's richer and she's prettier and one time they fucked so we're not really like them at all / you think about the fact that the necklace you're wearing is the same colour as his eyes / and the fact that we both smile with our mouths shut and have weird laughs / you think about the fact that you love him / you think about the fact that when he's around all you want to do is run your hands down his pretty chest and sink to your knees in front of him, your prince / your hands don't stop shaking.
III. HE'S TOO GOOD AT FORGIVING AND YOU'RE TOO GOOD AT VIOLENCE.
baby if this was true, your weapon of choice would be his eyes. you could drown yourself in his eyes, it would be all too easy. he could hold you under, easy. he would forgive himself in the end.
really this is the other way around though because you laugh at insults and wave off fears, whereas he instils fear and is fluent in insult. you guess you must have rose tinted glass for eardrums because the words he shouts at you sound more like declarations of love.
IV. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT MONSTERS. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO THE BOYS WHO LOVE THEM. ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT TO HIM?
