September 7, 2021 11:39 P.M.

“Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.”

— Carol Gilligan (via perrfectly)

By Richard Mercille

Is this real?

“His love hums inside me like a thousand bees turning my blood into honey.”

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The wall never lies.