she gives me stars when she runs out of kisses.
posted by lyza jane @ 8:43 PM
strange days
"...even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. and if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone and done it anyway." - the little friend, donna tartt
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