the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all

if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane

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the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all
Wicked → Thank Goodness
“Always On My Mind / Losing My Mind,” by Kristin Chenoweth (My Love Letter to Broadway, November 2016)
i blacked out and made a chenzel video set to the ozdust duet.
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― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy
and she couldn't even ferry her soul - her one job - because of agatha's wish
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AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory At The End
not to brag but i can draw your face drom memory
i feel wicked
this is unfair
every time i want to off myself, i think about my baby brothers
i somehow find myself looking at our old messages again. i wonder if that happens to you too? i feel so sinful whenever i find myself reliving those conversations.
i cannot live in the past. i cannot bear the thought of deleting these records of our once fiery connection. what must i do?
we kissed after a year of being apart in every way. when your lips touched mine, i waited. i waited for your flavor to explode in my mouth. i waited as you sucked onto my upper lip. i waited, but it didn't come. your lips, still the softest pair i have ever kissed, tasted like nothing. you tasted like you were just another part of me. i'm not really sure how to feel about that. i wonder if that was the same for you, or did i taste like a stranger?
you are a drug to me. one drop, and im addicted. now i dont know how to stop again.