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(The Wild) Youth - Daughter

And if you’re still breathing you’re the lucky ones, because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs, setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.

Erica Dee - Constant Surprises

Let’s just say I love her and go from there.

It’s the kind of love where I get stupid when she walks into the room—or sends me a text, calls me, walks by, smiles, emails, or generally exists. It’s not because I don’t know what to say or how to behave, it’s that none of that feels even slightly…