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• you're my sun, my moon, and everything in between
• when he died all things soft and beautiful and bright will be buried with him
• i would know him at death and at the end of the world
• i feel like i could eat the world raw
• swear it
• and you used to make art and like boys and talk to horses and pull the moon through the window for my birthday present
• people think people are in charge, but they're wrong; its the trees
• his soul might be the sun. ive never met anyone who had the sun for a soul
• i was the night itself
• i love you today because i can’t love you tomorrow
• “There’s nothing to build,” I said. “The world is going.”
• They were made to survive, even in a fading world that was unthinking itself faster than we could fill it back up with our trash
• I’m not ill, you said. We aren’t dying, we don’t have cancer, you said. So I don’t want to live like we do, you said. There are two kinds of people, and one of them will give up first.
• In the fall afternoon, leaves fell off whenever they fell off: it didn’t depend on their color or weight or the force of the wind outdoors
• “He floated into the air high above the sleeping forest, his green hat spinning a few feet above his head. In his hand was the open suitcase and out of it spilled a whole sky of stars.