❝Perhaps, darling, we could rewrite history; to find the time we've been robbed of, to find ourselves and to find each other after we've learned what fractures our souls. For, when we return to the brilliance of stars, we return with pieces of each other. We return together.❞
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❝He was one to draw on dusty windshields when he passed them, write a name and smile about for all of two minutes. He was one to write a name with a heart next to it, a little one, and not really know the reason why.❞
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❝Pawprints on a surface she remembers from the brightest, the earliest of her childhood. She thought of something similar to remembrance, of the greatest heroes in a time before hers. She doesn't step on them. If a creature so tiny could reshape the earth, she believed she could, too.❞
— excerpts from a book i'll never write; mochapinapple.
notes: just dumping some unwanted thoughts i guess,
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