I want to love more than death can harm. And I want to tell you this often: That despite being so human and so terrified, here, standing on this unfinished staircase to nowhere and everywhere, surrounding by the cold and starless night – we can live. And we will.
– Ocean Vuong
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You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders, And he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips, and the blood drying at its corners. What a pair you make.
– L.H.Z
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Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked at the painting hung up on the wall, one he'd seen every week for the last five years; it was a landscape, a mountain range somewhere in the Rocky's he assumed, but it drew the eye in a way he couldn't quite describe, he wasn't one for the arts. But the lines and brush strokes seemed to weave into each other like the entire painting was a single organism working for the common goal of depicting the earthy oranges and browns and yellows of autumn.
