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I dreamt that we finally saw eye to eye. Yet, here we are still taking an eye for an eye instead. How lonely.

"I held you in my arms again. I could finally remember how your lips felt against mine. And then I woke up. I woke up, and you weren't there, B.

henry dubois iv & louis rene bernard / / the diviners

I want you bad and every passing minute is so agonising because you're not here

He left her alone with her thoughts. And her thoughts fucked her up. And when her thoughts fucked her up she crumpled and shrank inside.

This image and the words resonate so deeply with me. I, the wildflower - he, who let me roam. The piece not shown: my seed came back home.

"yes. i do. i always have. maybe i always will. but i left so he could be happy. i left so he would be safe."

maybe i always will. but i left so he could be happy. i left so he would be safe. I left so B would finally be able to live his life without me dragging him down.