Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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Sometimes, the only thing that I have to give to you, is me. Cracked and fragile; pain oozing from dark places that I can’t even see. But, you do. You see, and you don’t flinch. You catch me when I fall; tenderly you bind me up; stuff love in the holes, and stop me from…