“Yet you burn. Despite everything you’ve endured, all the pain and loneliness and the grief and the betrayal, you burn fucking blindingly, like you can’t help but be anything less than radiantly alive. In you I see hope that never dies, and some might call it weak or naive, but I think it’s the most beautiful thing, this radical choice to be open and warm in a world that is overwhelmingly cold and brutal.”
— Oct 16, 2024 04:52AM
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