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"This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the..."

“This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.”

- Every Day (David Levithan)

I found an old diary from when I was 15 and in my “dreams of” list I had written two...

I found an old diary from when I was 15 and in my “dreams of” list I had written two things and they were: get published, fall in love. Funny how things work out.

I have this crippling adoration for you, and it is as if the rhythm of my heart is competing with the wings of a hummingbird whenever I see you.

You’re so lovely!

"She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy...."

“She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.”

- The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)

you are such a beautiful lil flower and your writing inspires me so much, thank you

hello! Is there an official tag for "in this story" because I want to write one, but I don't want to steal your idea if you created it!!

I don’t think so, I’m not sure!

the next time we love, we will do it properly, fully. not as wolves or shadows or beating hearts. as...

the next time we love, we will do it properly, fully. not as wolves or shadows or beating hearts. as humanly as we know how. all fingers and tongues and questioning eyes and how limbs are just limbs until you touch them and then they’re alive, they’re alight, they’re swelling into something more than you thought ever could be. so we press our fingers into our fingers and marvel that our palms can do this. that you can touch me and my belly is full of electricity. that i can touch you and suddenly you are glowing and growing and brilliant.

in this story, we are ghosts chasing each other’s shadows. we are our empty reaching hands. i follow...

in this story, we are ghosts chasing each other’s shadows. we are our empty reaching hands. i follow you into the bedroom and find that you are only a reflection the sun has left behind on the carpet. you run into the kitchen and i am outside, peering at you through the window, fingers pressed against the pane. desperate, never quite there. dogs reaching for their tails. at dawn, we are two strangers in love, who see each other across the street. a car passes and you are gone and so am i. 

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