Last night, I had a dream that the names we call each other became emblazoned on our skin and the vehemence with which these words were spoken was indicated by the length of time the letters lingered on our skin.

Dark as tar the word running diagonally across my face jarred me. This word…I could feel that it would take months, years even, to fade. The slight ridges of typography tactile to gentle fingertips.

Words can lift a soul to joyous heights or plunge them to desperate depths.

Use them carefully, please.

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This is one of the best things I’ve seen in a while honestly. It really made me self reflect.

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