We wetted each other’s blouses and pushed our crying ahead of us like a lantern, searching out new and forgotten sadnesses, ones that had died politely years ago but in fact had not died, and came to life with a little water.

No one belongs here more than you. “It Was Romance”
Posted on Sunday 8th January 2012 with 5 notes
Tagged with miranda july no one belongs here more than you true love 
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