how lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. i've been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. the first human instinct: to find something to lean on. we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. i am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. what do you do when you cannot lean? you fold. i fold on myself. there is warmth here, too. a center here, too. i wish it was enough.
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You will never run out of new things to love. People, music, books, places, food, movies, hobbies... Your entire life, you will keep finding new sources of joy.
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the inherent romance of going to a grocery store and goofing around with the person you love
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Bad art doesn't hurt me, unfinished one does, the one of lost potential, the awfully mediocre, the one probably will never be remade or picked up again, let's say Maneskin's Rush for example, the curse of the second album, art rushed (oh, irony), art by artists but directed by means to consume
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is it so wrong of me to wanna look up at u like u personally hung every star... to crawl at ur feet and worship the ground u walk on..
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One day, in the distant future, when I am old and gray, I will finally read all of the books I bought and never read.
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