𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. retweeted
if my brother's dead, i am not alive. if i'm alive, my brother can't be dead.
𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. retweeted
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𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. retweeted
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𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. retweeted
there is nothing poetic about being loved by me. akin to a rot that spreads, from the heart to the tips of my fingers, the soles of my feet. an all—consuming love, aching in its wake; and there is no place to put it.
𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. retweeted
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