She would always compliment the stars at night, and so now every time you look at the tiny lights your throat burns like whiskey and your heart stings like ice. She destroyed the sky for you, but it was worth every moment.

— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #124 (via her-minds-a-mess)

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