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@mcflameprincess
spotify keeps rejecting my card for premium…
today i look at the same sun my ancestors did. and tomorrow.
since june 7th, i’ve thought about you every day
in another universe, you felt the need to stay alive. at least long enough for us to talk one last time. and i wouldn’t have to miss you so hard.
in another universe me and my older sister live under the same roof, sharing the feeling of girlhood.
when i was born my parents planted a crab apple tree in front of the house i lived in for the first years of my life. one time my brother tried to eat one of the bitter crab apples. we’ve moved now, but i still think about that little tree. i wonder if the new owners have cut it down or pulled it out by its roots. maybe they’ve replanted it. or maybe it’s just gone.
in another universe, i hugged you one last time before you passed.
In another universe we never faded out of eachother
My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
It's all about connection, friends.