redrainclouds

just a real, down to mars girl.

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
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“Do you love me?” I ask.
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In your hesitation I found my answer.

—Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure (via quoted-books)

A bird who hurt her wing,
now forgotten how to fly.

A song she used to sing,
but can’t remember why.

A breath she caught and kept -
that left her in a sigh.

It hurts her so to love you,
but she won’t say goodbye.