“How many centuries deep is your wound?”
— ADONIS, “UNINTENDED WORSHIP,” IF ONLY THE SEA COULD SLEEP
Tag: words
In the end we’re all alone. And no one is coming to save you. x
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
(insp.)
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer
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