ending
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We’re a forever oriented species. We think that if something can stand the test of time (which is an oxymoron considering time is indefinite), then it means something, it’s worthy of our attention. Relationships, jobs, happiness-the closer we aim to “forever,” the more it holds significance. We are obsessed with endings in this weird, meta
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My love is shelf stable.My heart is best before sealed,for an infinite future. The apparent stagnation is really the exaltation of immortality,the way a feeling can remain at its prime until necessary,the bounty firm against the cheek, waiting. Waiting for an undetermined moment where the seal breaks,where the sand begins to bead down the glass, where you
Lashanda Forsberg 