Christopher Poindexter

  • And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness

    Christopher Poindexter
  • Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

    Christopher Poindexter
  • It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones

    Christopher Poindexter
  • She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen

    Christopher Poindexter
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