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“your father laughs just like you, at the opacity. I want to eat the laugh, I want to rub it on my chest like camphor, I want to make a sound tattoo. I also want to bash these two small people together and see if a collision of DNA will give me my life back”

“The law of contagion affirms that once two objects have been in contact they continue to tease each other even after the contact is severed”

“The doctor says if you were so quote perfect for me unquote you'd probably still be around, no offense” what kinda fucking doctor is this 😭

I wonder at what point does a deceased loved one no longer stay human to you? When do they begin to feel like just an entity that brings out longing and pain

“The scissors are too dull. The policeman asks, Why did I cut you down. The question abides in the present tense. Because I thought and still think maybe”

Grief is such a funny thing. When my uncle had passed away, I remember hearings things like “in loving memory of—“ and I was keenly aware that I didn’t want to remember him so young and dead. I wanted memories of him old, and I wanted much more than just memories

What the hell is Agathokakological