#cleopatrawrites

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I seek to be the sun. I want to be the kind of girl who brings flowers to bloom, to have my bones be made of pure light.

k.a.

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What do you think it would feel like—to slip into another skin, to taste the air from someone else’s tongue, to replace the burrs on your heart with sprigs of lavender? What do you think it would feel like, your soul between someone else’s shoulders? Not to lose yourself, but to find it in someone new?

this is not a story that believes in endings, k.a.