- [ ] “true love is a rapacious thing. The stronger it is, the further it crawls into your chest and infuses into your every breath. It pulses through your veins and embeds itself into your heart, your lungs, your liver, your organs. When it dies, whether by choice or by mortality, all it leaves behind is a mass of rotting, necrotic flesh. It is a beautiful, inoperable cancer. That is what I think.”
— Dec 17, 2025 07:44PM
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