The Dead Romantics
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Grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning because it wasn’t the absence of everything you lost—it was the culmination of it all, your love, your happiness, your bittersweets, wound tight like a knotted ball of yarn.
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I began to realize that love wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t forever, either. It was something in between, a moment in time where two people existed at the exact same moment in
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the exact same place in the universe.
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Love wasn’t a whisper in the quiet night. It was a yelp into the void, screaming that you were here.
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“Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays.”
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Speaking of lowest, I would also like to give a very enthusiastic fuck you to my anxiety. Thanks for, as always, being the worst.
Kacee Taylor
lol - this is the most real thank you I’ve seen 😂
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and people read books for different reasons, too. For me? I read because I want to be held. Not like, literally, by a book. (That’d be weird.) But metaphorically. I want to sink into a novel. I want to be romanced by the possibility of sunsets too pretty to describe and kisses that you feel all the way in your toes and love stories too wide and wild for you to ever feel alone.
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