ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ: ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᶜʰᵃʳᵈ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃˢˢ.

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“as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.”
-Laura Gilpin


one of the most devastating poems I’ve ever read ❤️🐮🐮

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