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1:37am May 28, 2014

catulla:

youneedacat:

kelpforestdweller:

Dreaming of letting go of words, feeling the far richer weight of what else can pass between us. That it may be possible to find someone who shares a language with me. That we may, for once, speak untranslated.

I hope you find that.

I did.  When I least expected it.  When I’d long since given up, despite being sure in the past that it could happen.  And it was, is, and continues to be completely magical.

When we saw the tree, and our hands were mirrors and we laughed, and then we cried. A nexus of lines that made you weep. The coolness of brushed steel against our palms. I’m glad to have all of you with me when the walls come down, even if for moments all too fleeting. You know who you are.