"that I would follow them into the demise of the universe where every heaven and each hell is shuttered, and there is nothing of us but motings of wan light, and there is no bodily apparatus with which to express affection, no recourse save to glow weakly in worship until at last, such things are swallowed too by the dark.
that I would love them even then."
oh god to be loved like this
— Jan 11, 2026 04:25AM
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