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Serena She was like the moon, part of her was always hidden away. No one falls in love by choice. It's by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it's by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it's by choice.

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[dankmemeuniversity]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Dido’s Lament’ by Rosario Castellanos

[lecata]

maybe in another life

[tear-dropp-deactivated20241031]

do u ever wonder if people wonder about you? like maybe they saw something today that reminded them of u. or they heard ur name , or they just really miss u or ur voice. i just wonder who wonders about me

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

[flowerytale]

Fernando Pessoa, from “The Book of Disquiet”

[ojibwa]

[erynlou-deactivated20201121]

[orchidsatdawn]

[jugurtti-deactivated20210925]

[8nq-deactivated20161103]

[s3xualpastel]

[amortizing]