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[winterrfire]

//Joyous July☁️🌫

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"Your grief was a large house. So, I set my heart on fire to let its smoke lighten your tears."

Abhilasha.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"A fire burns inside me, and I keep it alive. As the air touches the flame, it realizes what burning with desire feels like."

Abhilasha.

[bones-angryman-mccoy]

Oh someone’s haunting your narrative? Well i’m pretty sure i’m haunting my own so step aside -

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"If I could name a devil, it would be the hope that tells me I deserve to be loved."

Abhilasha.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"What a great massacre it was—loving you."

Abhilasha.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart."

- Yann Martel, Life of Pi

[letsbeapoemtogether]

The color of love is yellow. It is the color of a kitchen light left on for you when you come home late. It is silent, waiting, and always safe.