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She fell for the idea of him and ideas were dangerous things to love.
We’ve moved on now but if I’m honest I am still a little bit in love with all the ways we were.
There’s something magic about airports it’s like standing in a room with a thousand doors.
We ran from beach clubs in rain showers drinking champagne from bottles jumping into pools in our clothes and kissing under lightning, we yelled promises in thunderclaps to never grow old— and I fell in love with you and the absolute certainty it all would last forever.
She wasn’t looking for the perfect person she was looking for someone to catch her imagination and remind her what she was looking for.
He traced her silhouette with moonlight and found in the stars the calligraphy of her soul.
She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without.
She was a storm the kind of girl you needed to lose yourself to find somewhere up half a bottle of whiskey and down half the moon of sky.
She was just another fool in love with cities, boys and gods.
She wasn’t looking for a fairy tale just to feel a little less lonely.
In her heart and soul she set fire to all things that held her back and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.
“When do I know if I really love her?” asked the boy and the old man smiled, “When it’s no longer a question.”
Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people you’re worth loving.
When given a choice between you and them choose you. It’s better to be whole and alone than broken at their feet.
Bookstores are wormholes to all the could-have-beens, the has-beens, and all the maybe-be’s.
Your scars are not your shame he said they are your story, and I love stories.
You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms.
Each beautiful thing we love starts first as the dirt of dust and stars.
