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we have not touched the stars

nor are we forgiven

#userchandler


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“So erst with melting wax and loosened strings

Sunk hapless Icarus on unfaithful wings;

Headlong he rushed through the affrighted air,

With limbs distorted and dishevelled hair;

His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,

And sorrowing Nereids decked his watery grave;

O’er his pale corse their pearly sea-flowers shed,

And strewed with crimson moss his marble bed;

Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,

And wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.” — Erasmus Darwin


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lily evans, 30 january, 1960 – 31 october, 1981.

“harry, you are so loved. mama loves you. dada loves you. harry, be safe. be strong.


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she walked with darkness dripping

                                           off her shoulder. i’ve seen

                      ghosts brighter than her soul.

her heart, just like a star — dead

                                           and dazzling — was hanging upon

                      the midnight of my soul.

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i still live up to the 'smaller means angrier' stereotype.

at any point i will be thinking of richard's sikens works or virginia woolf.

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tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.