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She’s smart. Emotionally savvy in a way that makes me want to give her all my Best Biggest Brightest Feelings I am made mostly of feelings. I want to pour the softest ones into her hands Those witch hands that plant gardens in their wake and keep everyone at bay I know mine are small but I do have this big thumping heart To make up for it

Muffin & Cheese

The real horror isn’t an afterlife full of ghosts, but the opposite: an afterlife full of nothingness. 

The Greatest Love Story Ever Told - The story of a man afraid of flying, and an angel afraid of falling, who somehow met in the middle. The man who denied the existence of angels came to love one. The angel who never felt began to feel. The man who was saved from an eternity in Hell by an angel. The angel who fell in every way imaginable for a man. The man, with a clear path to escape, decided instead to stay in Purgatory for a year, searching for his angel, praying to him every night. Begging. When he found him, he held him; he told him that he needed him, that he’d get him out, even if it killed them both. The angel rejected his faith, his family, his home, and everything he knew, so he could keep the man safe. They stay together despite fate, despite what they are, because they refuse to be pulled apart.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them.

“Camille, if you could be any fairy-tale person in the world, who would you be?” Amma asked. “Sleeping Beauty.” To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely. “I’d be Persephone.” “I don’t know who that is,” I said. “She’s the Queen of the Dead,” Amma beamed. “She was so beautiful, Hades stole her and took her to the underworld to be his wife. But her mother was so fierce, she forced Hades to give Persephone back. But only for six months each year. So she spends half her life with the dead, and half with the living.”

Like ashtrays for when the other turned to soot, holding onto a memory we never shared. 

then mom finished telling me this and looked off for a moment. “my god,” she said. “she was flirting with me. fuck. goddamn it.” 

TOP 40 ALL TIME SHIPS (as voted by my followers) : #34. Caleb and Shelby. “Caleb, I like you. Okay? A lot more than I should. Every time that we’re together, I don’t want to leave when it’s over.”

One of the best pieces of writing advice I’ve ever received is that if you can’t envision yourself dropping the mic and strutting off stage at the end of your conclusion then it’s probably not strong enough.