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“And I like us best when we’re sleepy, when we say what’s truly on our minds. You hold me close and kiss my cheek, and you tell me about your dreams. We say things that don’t make any sense so we laugh at ourselves. And when we have nothing else to say, we drift off to the lullaby of gentle breathing and the beating of our hearts.”

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 104

“Slowly drifting”

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Stan Wayman, A lesbian couple strolling through the woods after their wedding, 1950s.

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Penguin Books from the 1930s - 1950s

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by Glochids

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via weheartit

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High hopes and high expectations are two different things.

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“But my heart is always propped up

in a field on its tripod,

ready for the next arrow.”

Aimless Love by Billy Collins

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Something in you lit up heaven in me

The feeling won’t let me sleep

‘Cause I’m lost in the way you move, the way you feel

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