“𝒥𝑒 𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝐸𝓃-𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝐸𝓃-𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒”
- P. Watson
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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“𝒥𝑒 𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝐸𝓃-𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝐸𝓃-𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒”
- P. Watson
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In this place, we are forever
I miss u
best thing i ever did was calm down
"Do you miss me like i miss you?
“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
— Khalil Gibran
It took so long to find you, yet you came exactly when I needed you
U&I
Would u?
And I would always choose you
Why ?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I want to go home with you but I can't go home with you because you are my home?!? And you won't let me in
👀.
baby A 🐣
Don't promise me shit
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
clouds look so friendly i wish i was a cloud