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The Hall of Mirrors reflects the reign of the Sun King in Versailles, France, July 1989
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You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.
“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
Perhaps we’re not magic anymore. Perhaps we’re just comfortable. We just know our way around one another. We know which wounds to cauterize and which to let bleed.
Donna-Marie Riley (via five—a—day
we have now been accounted for
and it is written on our empty graves
that After everything still I stayed.
And I mean it. I stayed. I stayed. I stayed.
Buddy Wakefield, “Self-Portrait” (via malglories
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