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how could you add these groundbreaking lines to this and then leave them in the tags

Have you heard of the red string of fate?

There is this idea that the string, it connects you to your destined lover. Your soulmate. I find it hard to believe. Nor do I wish to believe it. I much prefer my hands. They hold on to people I want in my life, refusing to let go.

They grab my mother's shirt so I don't get lost in a crowd. They fit easily into my friend's hand, slick with sweat and intertwining with her fingers. They reach for my sister, dwarfing her little palm in their own. They hold onto the balcony railing as I watch people pass by, they carry fragile flowers in their palms with utmost care, they push aside the curtains in my home to let sunlight in, they hold books and crinkle the pages as I read an embarrassing scene, they cradle the faces of people I love. I could go on and on.

I think, what I mean to say is, I put much more trust in the strength of my desperate hands than in a string that may break if I tug at it too hard.

Loving things too much should not be a curse, after all.

sorry kids daddy lost all his money betting on rhinoceros beetle fights again there won't be a christmas this year

every part of this post is so wonderfully fitting

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ patrochilles ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

✧ all the stars - kendrick&sza ✧

"I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room, loving him in silence."

all the stars are closer i.e. achilles sleeping beside patroclus as the latter lay awake, yearning.

"We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other."

the youthful notion that nothing would happen to them, when in fact they were running out of time. the way they were hauntingly obsessed with each other.

"....they never let you be happy and famous."

corrupt a man's heart with a gift i.e. achilles having enough strength to succumb to pride.

"If you have to go, you know I will go with you."

the fact that both achilles and patroclus didn't care about winning or losing at the end — they simply wanted each other.

"I wish he had let you all die."

"There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw."

the way achilles was always uncaring of others, uncaring of their views, their attitudes, aware of their lies, aware of their schemes, yet the only thing that mattered was patroclus.

"I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, in different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

"I am made of memories."

"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

enough said.

they should add a feature where you can keep moving this thing around while scrolling without activating the share post/download photo/share photo option so you can keep swishing it around like a fidget toy

mp3 to powder converter im gonna need to snort the song