揺らぐ記憶

Sunrise.

the universe has a plan for you, even if you can't see it yet.

Renzo Novatore, from The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore; translated by Wolfi Landstreicher

Text ID: This is the dark hour / of my black melancholy.

by daniel_casson

In my daydreams, in my wishes, in my ifs, coulds, and woulds, I thought, if hands could write realities, I would write your name next to mine.

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day.

It's you.

It's always been you.

I'm so tired of everything, but the thought of your arms around me feels like rest. Like home. Like I could finally breathe. I think I could fall asleep forever there.

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jennifer willoughby, the sun is still a part of me