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some nights i can think of nothing else, and nothing more terrifying. some nights i lie awake, thinking of this, and it makes me unspeakably sad. 
not as often, these days. because it's you.
its you, the wash of starlight, the old paradox: if the universe were static, i could stand anywhere in this world and i swear my line of sight would end on you. i swear i'd find you in the dark (- crier's war)

❝ des rêves plein la tête, un goût prononcé pour les chansons de lana del rey, une passion pour les coming of age movie et un chouia d'anxiété ❞

√ certified family disappointment