moved to @parailan.

moved to @parailan

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this blog has moved!       find me here @parailan  .

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grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

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grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[slaghtyr-m]

this blog has moved!       find me here @parailan  .

[slaghtyr-m]

hi i know it’s queued but i did move !!

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.

[parailan-gone-deactivated202208]

grief, i’ve learned, is really            just love.        it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all of that unspent love       gathers up        in the corner of your eyes,      the lump in your throat,     and in that hollow part of your chest.     grief is just love with no place to go.

independent + mutually exclusive + extremely private multi-muse writing blog, written by alexzander.