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" tell me the story
about how the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe".
morning rain 。

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.”

- Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things   (via lyrexz)