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blossomfully

"I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

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wnq-writers

Sweetheart, I know it’s hard right now. Just to endure. A sort of day-to-day disintegration. It’s hard for me too. Sometimes I feel as though I’m miles under soil, waiting for someone to unearth me. I don’t mean to avoid you. I avoid even the people I care for. It’s a kind of madness. I am a confused jumble of neuroses and delusions, a bewildered couch potato, but I love you. It’s such a miracle that we’re here at all. That, billions of years ago, we hatched out of some empyreal cosmic egg. Were it not for an infinite string of fortuitous happenings and unhappenings, we might not even know each other. And I’m glad we do. You spend so much time worrying that you’re ugly, but you’re beautiful. You conjure up imagined flaws and let them consume you. I get that too, though. My body paralyses me with anxiety. Fuck that. Prettiness is a genetic accident. We’re just an ephemeral collection of subatomic particles. Ancient energy, forged in the furnaces of stars, momentarily suspended in a soap bubble. You worry you’re not pretty enough to be revelled in, but everyone is. You’re radiant, and I adore you. Things will get better. Hell, if the universe is cyclical, they already have. Ever yours xx

Benedict Smith, Letter #1 (via wnq-writers)

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