| sunrise
rub sleep heartbeat crisp air bedhead hair loud songs people drift along laughs and smiles stay like this for a while shoulder brush little head rush no intent but undeniably content
sunset
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|  she is love howls the hollow wind insistently but the rain adamantly disagrees and the lanterns flicker and flutter and die [the leaves rustle in laughter] |
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| soft yellow orbs of tender souls melting together like liquid gold drop by drop . . .
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| collecting stories and memories like a child slowly making her way down the beach picking up seashells and the occasional pinching crabs
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| fuck you. thanks for ruining my day, and perhaps my week, asshole.
grow up. seriously.
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i'm pretty sure i've used this picture before, but you have no idea how perfect this photo is
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