I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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Drunk on silly ideas…
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.🔥♥️
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.
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“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
—Christopher Poindexter
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"There was a reason
that she was so romantic
about the moon.
It never asked her
questions or begged
for the answers nor
did she ever have
to prove herself
to it.
It was always just
there– breathing,
shining,
and in ways most
humans can’t understand:
Listening."
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it is both
beauty and terror
isn't it?
this thing we
call love.
filled with
and undeniable glory,
and if lost,
a burden that holds
the weight of
the world.
when it lasts,
when it endures,
it is the most
beautiful thing
that we have.
it is what
we all deep down
desire.
a love that grows
into the stars.
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