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I try to save my heart from plummeting 6,000 feet below, but my nails grow so long and sharp that I kill it instead.

But I could still know you better now by going back—remembering—largely at the beginning of the year, when recollections flourish at the mountaintop.

Perhaps constellations are formed because they’re all reaching out, and distance is the only way they know how to connect.

little miss imagining things and dramatizing her internal conflict 🤣

Too bad, I have the guts to write but not the guts to feel lonely.

Sometimes I feel like I'm sharing an invisible heart that doesn't have what it takes to be seen.

if roads had been polite, we could've stayed familiar. but among a thousand dreams, only our endings were linear.

for the hearts they call evil are ones that bear much kindness. 🏳️‍🌈

i'm gonna miss this show A LOT 😭😭