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And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
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i’m case you missed it: the aristotle and dante movie is making its US premiere TODAY at palm springs international film festival! this could mean distributor news soon…
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got a couple requests for soft villaneve kisses
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winter pinks / february moodboard
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-“Don’t curse the darkness or the cold when you’re in the library at night.”
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vibe check! *wraps my arms around your waist from behind and gently rests my head between your shoulder blades*
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A Pretty Song
From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the only way to love, isn’t it? This isn’t a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still. And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song, And I say to my heart: rave on.
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llleighsmith
“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little girl and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”
— One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints
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I am doing the best I can. I am hoping I am good enough. I am holding you close, as close as I can, hand cradling your head and breath on your hair, my whole body curved around yours, sheltering you as best I can, trying to remember that I cannot keep you safe, but I can keep you loved.
S. Bear Bergman, Butch is a Noun
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“allow me to weave my story into yours. let our tales grow so incredibly tangled that one cannot read one of my chapters without learning of you.”
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“come in my babies, come in”
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me: damn i have so much work to do
everyone: it’s cause you wait till the last second
me: