the ache of nostalgia
Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe
no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.
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I will always choose to love you, even in the last moment of when you breathe your last breath.
I love your soul and I cherish it so much, that I would never betray the words we spoke to each other.
'Always and forever'
So, when the air leaves your lungs and your heart stops beating, I will choose to love you even in those long and painful moments of guiding you into the afterlife.
~ Isabelle Wolfe
Six months ago, I messaged you.
Maybe you never saw it, or maybe you just couldn’t reply. You couldn’t fall back in like I couldn’t when you reached out all those years ago.
Maybe we’ll chase each other around the world, through timezones and years, catching up when we can, for the rest of our lives.
Or maybe we can never fall back in.
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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