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fatifer:
“I will never be the same again – it was absolutely explosive, vital, soul-shattering.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Philip E. McCurdy written c. April 1954

stardust-in-the-sunbeams:
“There aren’t words to describe you, but let this be another effort at framing the outline of your iridescent existence. I forget, sometimes, that you don’t hear how I talk about you when you aren’t there; thus, you don’t understand what you do to me. You don’t see the way your name makes my eyes light up brighter than any starry night could. You don’t see the way your voice makes me giggle and your kisses dissolve me into a blushing mess. You don’t see the way your words cradle my heart, even when you aren’t here to hold my hand. The world has worn you down, and I know you are tired, but you are no less breathtaking to me. Your smile melts all of my walls; your gaze makes my knees weak. No matter how exhausted we are by the world, I know we can come home and tumble sleepily into bed together. You hold onto me, and I hold onto you, and we hold onto the promise we made. At the end of the day, we have each other. At the end of the day, you are mine, and I am yours. At the end of the day, even if this world falls apart, even if every single nation goes to war, know this: I love you, I love you, I love you.”
—indescribable you, unending love (8/21/18)