The day people stop associating love with genitals will be the day when poets run out of things to romanticize. Because for once, life, herself, will become more beautiful than poetry.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate or sheer blind luck but it definitely makes me believe in something.

My heart feels safe with you 💙.

A real woman knows her worth
A real woman never cry over a man

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𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
|𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚

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But falling for you was my mistake .

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨.

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