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When my lonely chromosomes swallow me like a black hole I will take your hand and I will know/ that you and me reverse the polarity of the forces pulling me from home. ‘We’re Wild Animals (we always were)’ by Weaver At The Loom
“Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.”
—Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain
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magic girls fallen stars
they are the cosmos come to rest in bodies of flesh and bone, with supernova eyes and black hole hearts, entire universes trapped inside. sometimes the stars leak through and worlds drip from their fingers like blood. they are careless destruction incarnate, all the secrets of space bound to earth in a form that can barely contain them, and even then not for long.