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Got postcards from my former selves, saying, "How you been?"
We might've said good byes just a little soon,
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon.

"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" (tagboard here)
cute without the e
Tuesday, January 16, 2007 @ 11:08 pm


heroes didnt leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an out-stretched hand; they didnt wear boots and capes. they bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. and maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.