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“I love the rain; the one that is so strong and so heavy that it seems capable of washing and purifying every trace of darkness that is inside and outside your being.”

—naive-daydreamer

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Five.

Esther meets Johanna Constantine one cool autumn night.

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Where new things are learned... And where Esther dies and relives a second time.

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The grief of an ancient heart.

I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.

But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.

—The Solivagant.

So, you're seriously telling me that The Empty Grave ends with Lucy putting the UNDYING DEVOTION NECKLACE ON and running down the fucking stairs and then... Nothing? An ending more open-ended than bridge entrance?

Jonathan, that's cruel. Like, more cruel than Marissa.

Im not surprised tho. I just spoiled myself. Again.

"I wonder what would my younger self would say if she saw me right now.

Would that child be proud? Curious? Sad? Angry? I suppose I will never know.

But, yet, I still wonder...

I have that thing: I wonder of impossible ideas.

Such bless and burden, to just wonder. ”

—naive-daydreamer.

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

There is a reason why i've never liked anime, and it was because there some things I couldn't understand of 'em, that made me get lost in the inconmensurability of the story, and inmediatly drop it.

Well, turns out, that changed today.

I watched the new Netflix show One Piece, the eight episodes, in a row, with my aunt.

Let's just say, I intend to hold on to this story, and never let it go. I understood it, I followed it, I feel in love with it, and that is all I need.

Now lets just keep it near, and get into this fandom. Hehe.

"There is a lot to unpack when you have a relationship with yourself"

Mobius, you are a treasure.

"I love my mother. I really do.

And I know that she loves me too. I know that she made difficult choices in order of that love and I know that she sacrificed a lot too. I love her for that, for chosing me over other things, other people, other choices.

But there are days where I cause her to be angry, by disobeying her, by not listening to her, and she says the cruelest things I never thought I would hear from her, and I can't help but think that a part of her, a little yet significant part of her, thinks that I owe her for that. I, her only daughter, owe her all the sweat, all the tears, all the blood she lost for loving me. A part of her that will always blame me for what she had to do.

And I don't know if I should feel like I do owe her my own sweat, tears and blood.

Should I? Is it true that I owe her all of that? Is it true that I have to give all of that back to her one day? Do I have to sacrifice myself too? ”

—a quiet thought that I had to write down.

What kind of fan of The Sandman I am that I got a female cat with a little of white in her chest and called her Jessamy.

Dear God.