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Tales like these tragically end badly

I can’t seem to comprehend how brilliant this is

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I love this style

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You are killing me and you are keeping me from dying, that is love.

- Mahmoud Darwish

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Hang my prayers on hopes

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technicolor (you)

i’ve got a monochrome heart

gray skies, grayscale days.

but with you,

everything blooms.

everything hums.

sunbeam eyes,

like they’ve only ever looked at me.

you smile

and even time slows down

to listen.

with you,

i’m not just alive

i’m in color.

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This is so true. Art will save your soul

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on my wrist and on my chest

i carry you quiet

but constant

a heartbeat,

a habit,

a name i never say out loud

but never stop hearing.

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goodnight, maybe

Goodnight, maybe.

Goodnight, probably.

Goodnight, if you’re thinking of me.

I don’t know where you sleep,

but I hope your pillow forgives you faster than I do.

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Good morning

you crossed my mind

before the sun did.

soft light,

bare skin,

and that ache that feels

almost holy

when it’s still quiet.

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happy re-release to the best album ever made

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xo

Somewhere behind my ribs,

love lives in a glass box

with a little sign that reads:

“Break glass in case of magic.”

I guess what I’m saying is—

you make me reach for the hammer.

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goodnight, astronaut

You’re too far to touch,

but not far enough to forget.

So I send little sleep signals—

through stars, through screens,

through whatever this maybe-love is.

Goodnight, astronaut.

Land safe.

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“gravity vs grace”

It’s not that I think everything will be okay.

I just believe I can make something okay

out of the wreckage.

That’s not delusion.

That’s grace

with grit in its teeth.

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Hope

I started to believe something strange: that broken hearts might have more than one comeback in them. Maybe even nine lives. Maybe even more.

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My love isn’t lost, it’s all I have left

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Connected

It’s like magnets.

Not the big, industrial kind that slam into each other with purpose—but the quiet kind. The kind that hum just slightly, pulling toward each other, no matter how far apart they’re placed. That’s us.

You’re brushing your teeth while I’m pouring my coffee. I’m climbing into bed while you’re watching the sunrise. And still—still—I swear I can feel the tug in my chest when you smile. Like some invisible wire connects us, stretched across oceans, across time itself.