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We are that deep red kiss, bright against the mouth; the cold stones and the ancient bedrock. The quiet loam. Many legs spin their webs among us but we do not flinch. We sway with the breeze and at night we take the day we’ve seized and travel further.
Our songs shine in the tides as errant signals; colliding with whales and the guts of oil rigs. ( Read more... )
Our songs shine in the tides as errant signals; colliding with whales and the guts of oil rigs. ( Read more... )
I understand that your situation is somewhat different - where your relationship seemed to stress the very fact that you weren't yet an adult.
There is something very bewitching about young girls. I mean, obviously, my perspective is very minor, just consisting of talking and spending time with girls a year or two younger than me now and again, but yes, they made me feel different, in a way which is hard to put into words. I can only imagine how he must've felt like with you [especially you who seems wise beyond your years]
I wish you well for university and you should not go for a nice boy, you should aim for someone who is dynamic and larger than life, 'nice' is just a bit too pedestrian.
The summer will be incredible. We are looking forward to our cottage near loch ness so much that when I mention it we both grin, with teeth, and start laughing. Plans involve picnics and huge amounts of red wine and bike rides and wandering through the strange desolate hills and valleys. Everything green and vital.
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