

Love.Love. Love. Love the way music loves its notes The way hymnals love their hope Love like all the words written by all the worlds poets are dripping like acid onto your heart, and all you can do is listen. Listen as the art rushes unhindered into your bloodstream and taps every sense and every sentence and every sentience. Love the way the wind loves the trees The way the honey loves the bee The way the salt loves the sea. Love the way the darkness loves night and the day loves light. Love in languages never spoken to keep bonds from being broken. Love like the womb lovesLove.
Staged
Stagnate
by ~mum
by `girltripped
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All is doubt. - All can be lie.
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this is a city for not sleeping;
the clocks are set by feel.
at this moment from where i sit,
none of it seems real.
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"Who's got my pants?"
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How to be immortal:
Read this signature tomorrow, and follow its advice.
This is quite...intresting...[link]
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