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hattie: psychology student from the pnw, baker, ♑ + ♒ cusp. always tired, always late, bound to die from hypothermia. loves to make fruit sorbets and drain herself of energy by doing stupid things. an undercover cat with wanderlust.
my loves: brittnee♥, eliza, judy
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I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend.
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【 ♛ anonymouse。 】 |
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12:27 am March 3rd, 2020
