After a year

I will allow this boy to someday break my heart because he is kind.

There are three things that I think of every single day: death, him, and poetry.

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A stranger who’s a friend

Peak of perfection

Retrograde

Sun-shower

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

Electric shock

The soul of Wit

Painlessly instructed: Notes on ‘The Consolations of Philosophy’

Delighted to meet her