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[stiletostaccato]

something tells me that reality is a bit more or less what you tell yourself. Death can be something acute, and yet stretch infinitelyin front of you with no waylaid point for you to worry. Death can be something you put your arm around, a picture you can have photocopied and pinned identically to every door down the hallway

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[jslice]

i like this a lot.

and the summer will just be one more chance for you to rotate your perspective.

(i'm coming home tomorrow. hopefully i'll be seeing you at some point...)

[wavesbreak]

"you can feel every angle of someone's body pressed into yours in individual points of mistrust and unsurity"

i enjoy your sentence structure.