I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
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I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
a light within me was stamped out but im chill
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i think that other people have access to an Energy source that i don’t but that’s okay i’m happy for them i do wish that was me though
wish i didn’t have neighbors so I could lay outside on the grass with my titties out like god intended
What if you loved me so much it literally undoomed me haha jk unless
What if I had so much faith in you it literally reshaped the narrative into a happy ending HAHA JK UNLESS
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In March the earth remembers its own name. everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. The rivers begin to sing. In the sky the winters stars are sliding away; new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. And the name of every place is joyful.
Mary Oliver, Worm Moon