✩・* 𝓭𝓪𝔂 // 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough. she was nothing but love. she was nothing but love.

There are only so many parallel universes that concern us.     In one, he isn’t dead. In another, you drink light with your hands all winter. There is a universe in which no one is lying emptied in the street as the gas station burns, a universe in which our mothers haven’t learned to wrap their bones in each small grief they’ve found.

I want to see life. I want to hold it in my hands.