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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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EXPECTATIONS

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Claire Keane
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When anybody says "I love you," but my 15 year old self wrote:
"Please, hold me. I want to greet death in the warmth of your arms and cremated in the flame of your love."
Grief is a testament to the love you shared. It's okay to cry and to miss them. It's okay to feel all of the emotions that come up.
Grief is a testament to the love you shared. It's okay to cry and to miss them. It's okay to feel all of the emotions that come up.
No hate in my heart but the door is closed
With love, beloved.
“Give me a daughter with your stubborn heart, or your even temper. Give our children your dark-bright eyes, or your enchanted smile. So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you”
- Nizar Qabbani
The Woman with the Knife, 1969
Rio Baile Funk, ph. Vincent Rosenblatt
And when the need to reach out arises, I remind myself that only my embrace can pull me together again.
Heed the Hollow, Malcolm Tariq
Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [ID in ALT]
The sight of one’s own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward— that’s why they’ve been given bodies, to hide their souls.
Shirley Jackson, The Sundial, 1958
Insecure HBO
I need a moment with him.
And now, what happens when even the greatest love songs don’t have the words?