this is probably not the end
every day is a perfect day for laundry (with friends)
there is a stone in your pocket and it will be there for you when you need it
don’t forget anyone in the dark
you move through others the same way they move through you
they said “everything will feel very different when we meet again”
a carpet is a good place to rest and roll around from time to time
you are so visible when you say nothing
love is sacrifice or to love is to sacrifice? what do you sacrifice?
you have not found home yet. keep looking
read the note on the egg
you have a body. your body has arrived here
a pinch of salt will get you through the mornings
there is no cure to endless sadness, but we can cry together
you are very welcome here
they will look even more beautiful when you see them again
don’t remember
Whale
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