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i hope march lands softly like a butterfly on your shoulder

anyone else starting to realize we werent meant to do this alone

the sexual tension between me and the idea of running away to start a new life

home exists in every place ive ever loved

I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it.

there u were & it was like spring

en las nubles

don’t ever feel bad for setting high standards. you deserve good people in your life who will reciprocate the same energy back

miriam adeney

the earth was made for lovers

pre–amphibian, margaret atwood

to be alone with you is all i want

“I am cut up. I’ve been walking around, half alive myself, sleepwalking, with this pain chiselled into my chest. Jagged. Serated. Nothing makes it disappear.” — Jackie Kay, from Trumpet: A Novel