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“It is a difficult matter to keep love imprisoned.” APULEIUS
Fuck acquiescing guilt. I’ll just be buried alongside my sins. They’ll be my company in hell.
The seeds of things you care for don’t stop sprouting just because you can’t water them daily; they’re far more resilient than that.
when you’re comfortable in chaos, peace feels like a threat.
Pain lances straight through my heart, but it’s not the same kind as before—it’s softer, more bearable. The type you feel when you have someone who cares what it would be like to lose you.
