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Hello, I am Mackie. I like books and girls and various beautiful music. I hope you find whatever it is that you're looking for.

"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity."


ॐ My Spiritual World☽

Sunset At Trillium Lake, Mt. Hood

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say ‘I love you I love you I love you’ while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.


Bret Easton Ellis 

Everything you love is here.

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(Source: kitty-en-classe)

I miss you, my darling, my dear, my best friend. I miss how your smile spreads all over your face and your eyes crinkle at the sides. How you laugh with your entire body. Your hair is always messy, never combed, I miss the smell of your skin. My best friend, I miss your ears and your heart. How you call me tiny and treat me like a treasure you found when you were young. I miss you, my darling, my dear. How your ribs and diaphragm create the rhythm I am the calmest to. Oh, my best friend, I miss your phone calls and how you sing to me when I’m sick. How you rub my belly when I have an ache, and comb my hair when I have pains. My darling, my dear. How I miss the face that I would travel anywhere to see. My best friend, I miss your drive, your motivation to make our dreams come true. My best friend, my darling, I miss your hands and your back. Your spine held us both together. My darling, my dear. I miss how you can stop my tears. My everything, my calm in the storm, I miss how you hold me when it rains, my fingers between yours when the sky is crying. My best friend, I miss your words and your sounds, your mind and your town. I miss your drawings scattered across the floor and your soap beside the sink in the early morning. I miss the foggy mirror, but even more, I miss the reflection you left in it. My darling, my dear, I miss the warmth of the blankets with you under them too, the pillows under our heads while we told our stories.
I miss you like the wind misses the trees when the world is still and the dog misses the stick the second it’s thrown to be retrieved. I miss you, my darling, my dear.