There Are Few Things I Love More Than Lightning At Night. It's So Raw, So Powerful. Nothing Makes Me

I wonder if you miss me

So it goes, I suppose

Would you still love me if I had nothing to offer you?

I like to think you would.

Wait. You mean to tell me they named a animal "pee cock?" 🤨

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action

Lolita is not a love story.

Could a depressed person do this?

*shaves my legs for the first time since October*

I wish you knew how much I love you.

I can feel it getting duller, drawing it's last breaths. It's okay; it's natural. It's absolutely bittersweet.

I miss you, my dear. I miss how you made me feel. I hope you know that I will always love you. And I am so, so proud of you.

And why do I remember it? It wasn't remarkable. It wasn't special. It was just a moment, maybe eight, nine seconds. And yet it remains. Why is this what I remember? I forget everything. My memory is hazy and foggy. I can't think straight. It's so hard for me. I try so hard to remember things I need. Things I want. Things I love. Why can't I forget this? Why do I cling to it?

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