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“The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.”
― Charles Bukowski
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Ten pounds to go. I’m not going to rush anything anymore. I’ll just do this slowly. hope everything gos well. <3
“Tangled with love in the moonlight she welcomed the anarchy of her lover.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
