@Blvd0FBrknDrmz she drops the bags on the ground and runs directly into my arms.] Punkin’ Face! My goodness! You’ve got so big, and so pretty, too! [Gives her a tight squeeze before releasing her then taking a step back to look at her.] You look just like your aunt Crystal! [Laughs, hugging >
i asked her why she keeps a diary with missing pages and she said sometimes she feels things she wants to tear out of herself, things there are no words for.
i could recognise him by touch alone, by smell ﹔ i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.