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Gooseyleo Prologue Part 8

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craving to reunite

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“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson

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e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]

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Stop

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Grief is all I can feel

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Starting 2d animation

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literally the prettiest people follow me like if you follow this blog ur hot as fuck it’s just the math

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literally the prettiest people follow me like if you follow this blog ur hot as fuck it’s just the math

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never beg anyone for anything. not time, not attention, not love, nothing

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“𝐼 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒”

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“𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ.”

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October (2018)

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maybe I just got tired of giving you the world and having none of it leftover for myself, but one minute I’m the raging sea and the next I’m the peace that exists in freshly kissed snow. a heartbeat is the first sad song man ever wrote. and though we were broken in places that couldn’t be reached, in between the hymns of midnight I remember the way your rising chest felt more like the crest of a wave. I’m looking beyond what ifs and almosts.. find me somewhere searching for forevers in little moments of happiness.

and as tragic as loving you has been, not having loved you at all would have been the real tragedy.

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You can’t flex on me because I’ll be happy for you. We are not the same.

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“True myths may serve for thousands of years as an inexhaustible source of intellectual speculation, religious joy, ethical inquiry, and artistic renewal. The real mystery is not destroyed by reason. The fake one is. You look at it and it vanishes. You look at the Blond Hero — really look — and he turns into a gerbil. But you look at Apollo, and he looks back at you. The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. ‘You must change your life,’ he said. When the true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message: ‘You must change your life.’”

— Ursula K Le Guin, “Myth and Archetype in Science Fiction” (via meatthawsmoth)

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“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”

— Khalil Gibran