Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.
Trust is set on precedent—why should it be I who bleeds?
Life was taking way too long…who had breath to waste?
Everything is never quite enough.
some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love
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